Is This Great Writing, or What?

“A man appeared wearing frayed leather slippers and trousers of a nameless color, which had the two top buttons unlatched to permit more freedon to the suburbs of his extensive stomach.”

“I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands and spun it. When I had it nicely spinning I gave it a full swing and hit myself on the back of the head with the floor.”

Both of these are from Pearls Are a Nuisance, a short story by Rayond Chandler. I wqish I could write like this.