It's the ideal i strive for whenever I try my hand at the inevitable failure of the short story. This is nothing new, obviously, but I wish more philosophers would write like Hemingway. Zizek is not exempt. I catch myself falling into "wherefores, howevers, it is in this way that..." word gymnastics every so often, and then I think of Hills Like White Elephants, and I think, fuck that, words are Power.
Did you ever read A Moveable Feast? I could literally taste the fish and the wine. And his remark about art always being better when you're hungry... fucking golden.
Also, I need to get some Salman Rushdie on my bookshelf.