I don't think Donald Barthelme would have minded bei🛴ng called a confusing w🏨riter. Confusion was a favorite subject🚏 for him in his essays and reviews, and it's enacted in his fiction in a mishmash of dizzying incongruities.
I have died in 🦳so many spectacular ways, a💪nd I reme🤮mber shooting them all💜, too. I imagine all those deaths will flash in fron🕑t of me when I'm on my death bed, faced with the real thing.