The man writes like the Dickens.
Each action permeates character and scene leaving the reader full but not overstuffed and burping adjectives. Dickens has the right words and the genius to play them in the right order, one of the Sisyphean tasks for writers.
“He retired into the sanctuary of his blue coat.”
“Such a fine woman as her, so handsome and so elegant, is like a fresh lemon on a dinner table, ornamental wherever she goes.”
“… down the hall, a few steps ahead of Mercury.”
“He came back like a recollection.”
“The ghosts of trees and houses, clothes lines…”