I
must confess I've slated popular books in the past without actually
having ever read them, basing all my criticism on preconceived
notions. Around the time Dan
Brown's Da Vinci
Code came out, I
decided I ought to perhaps take a less blinkered approach and try to
objectively read said literature in order to more fairly argue my
point.
Although
The Da Vinci Code
explores subject-matter I'd rarely been drawn to, is no linguistic
master piece and is rather predictable at times, Brown's breakthrough
novel is certainly a page-turner. It's short cliff-hanger filled
chapters make it easily digestible, clearly appealing to action film
fans who need a quick hit without investing too much of their
concentration or time.
Twilight
was the next hugely successful series I decided to read before I'd
already formed an opinion. Back in 2008 when I was travelling, I
came across a copy of Meyer's first novel in a book exchange, documenting Edward and
Bella beginnings. I'd somehow managed to miss the hype around the
series and read this blindly. I almost immediately found Meyer's
first person narrative irritating thanks to the infuriatingly whiny
tone of her female protagonist. In a rare exception to the rule, for
this reason, the Twilight
films are actually
more enjoyable than the books, although laughably bad at times.
Having
been bombarded with what seems like years of “mummy porn”
features, I finally recently completed Fifty
Shades Of Grey. I'd
been told to be amazed at the lead having any lips left at the end of
the book so audibly laughed at repeated descriptions of Ana munching
on said lips. I wanted to hate Fifty
Shades but found
myself transported to my more romantic teenage years and reminded of
a trilogy I read written by one of the Sweet
Valley High series'
regulars, Caitlin: Love
Trilogy by Francine
Pascal.
Yes,
Fifty Shades is
badly written. There are times I dismayed at exactly what E.L. James'
editors were up to allowing her to blatantly overuse certain words
and write a lead with such irritating linguistic characteristics.
Ana Steele unrealistically reacts to any vaguely surprising events
described in the novel with a series of stock exclamations,
including, “Holy cow”, “Holy shit”, “Jeez”
“Double crap” and “Oh
my”. I can't say I've ever met a 21 year-old who repeatedly churns
out such mild interjections. Maybe that's because I'm not American where the "novel" is set?
And
I'm not even going to delve too far into James' infuriating tendency
to repeatedly describe Ana's vagina as her “sex” (Come on! Even
D.H. Lawrence was more inventive in Lady
Chatterley's Lover and
he was writing at a time his content truly shocked.) or personify
Ana's inner thoughts through references to an “inner goddess” or
her sub-conscious (“My
subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is
swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm...” ).
In
addition, I can't say I ever recall meeting anyone who bites their
lip quite so much as Ana (I can't quantify this but there's an
amusing Amazon review that manages to).
Better still, though, are her
hero's chiding reactions to the lip-biting. In response to Ana's
supposedly sexy lip nibbling, Christian Grey is described on several
occasions thinning or narrowing his lips
("pressed
his lips into a hard thin line...") and
somehow looking sexy. Testing out this rather puzzling
facial expression, I attempted to look alluring while thinning my
lips and the results were pretty hilarious.
Fifty
Shades is predictable,
repetitive and badly written at times but like Brown's Da
Vinci Code knows the
power of hook chapter endings. It certainly doesn't deserve to be on
any “Essential Reading” lists but has at least given me a
mood-lifting thought for any occasion. If you're ever feeling down,
try to look sexy with thinned lips and look in the mirror. Or even
better, get someone else to try...
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