Don’t you just love a great writer’s use of language?   The things that make up voice and style; from the most minimalist prose of say, a Hemingway, to that surfeiting sort of opulent writing of a Pat Conroy, to the inimical magic of Cormac McCarthy.   And can’t you pick it out just about anywhere, the sounds and cadence and flow putting your mind immediately into sync with a great author?     Language usage changes from what’s in vogue, with new words and made-up ones and trendy slang. But the great writers make it all their own, no matter in what time or place they practice their craft.   And all of it just tweaks me. Try the beginnings of Richard Ford’s newest, Canada :   “Our parents were the least likely two people in the world to rob a bank . . .   although, of course, that kind of thinking became null and void the moment they did rob a bank.”   Okay, I’m in.   Not just from the pregnant implications but the way in which Ford’...