Thursday, May 3, 2012

Fifty Shades of Gay




First of all, let me apologize to my gay friends and family (and indeed, all homosexuals around the globe) for associating your sexual preference with this trash (here I am obviously referring to this terrible book and not my blog post), but the play on words was simply too easy to pass up.

If you have not yet guessed, I am going to talk about this book, which just so happened to put me in mind of several other books (in fact, series of books) that are offensive to me as a writer, an English major, and a person with an I.Q. above 30. What is most troublesome is the popularity and success of these books because it denotes a worrisome trend; the dumbing down of America.



Fifty Shades of Grey:

This book is enthusiastically referred to by its readers as, "Mommy Porn," and somehow, this is not meant to be a negative description. It follows college graduate, Anastasia Steele (a hopelessly contrived name) and her relationship with billionaire, Christian Grey (the combination of "Grey" and "Steele" further shows a woeful lack of imagination). Steele is a virgin who is contracted by Grey with the intention of having complete control of her life. Now, Mr. Grey's sexual proclivities are bondage, domination, sadism--but this is ok, because he was abused as a child and therefore his adult activities are excusable. Anastasia's quandary is that she is a virgin and has to reconcile herself with becoming one of Grey's sex toys in his "Red Room of Pain"--absolutely riveting! You can see why this is such a popular book; what self-respecting, adventurous, intelligent young woman doesn't dream of wearing a ball gag and being whipped while she is explored in every orifice? However, this ridiculously trashy story line isn't the most offensive part of the book--it's the writing! The writing is nauseating, it is excruciating to read; the writing has been reviewed in the following terms: it "will win no prizes for its prose" and that it "contains some exceedingly awful descriptions," yet this piece of garbage has sold millions of copies! If the word literature heard that it was being used in conjunction with this book, the word literature would anthropomorphize, slap you in the face, lament its sad loss of reputation, and promptly commit suicide. And you, whoever you are, who have bought this drivel and championed it, are the cause; you are the cause of the death of literature.

This book is simply emblematic of everything that is wrong with America. Its appeal as "Mommy Porn" is a realization of every fear held by a daddy. It is the nightmare that keeps daddy awake at night--that his seemingly lovely wife (the mother of his children)harbors fantasies of being abused, dominated, and thoroughly violated in every conceivable way, and if you like this book, that's exactly what you are saying about yourself.

Less shocking, is that this book is the creation of Erika Leonard James, who found her inspiration in Stephanie Meyer's, Twilight. James actually modeled the characters off of Edward and Bella, the main characters of, Twilight; yet another indictment of James' lack of imagination.



Twilight:

Are you on team Edward or team Jacob? If you have an answer to this question, I hope to hell you are a twelve year old girl. If not, I'm sorry that you have no friends (other than your cats) and I want to tell you to be patient because your braces and head gear will come off soon--you've waited 36 years, what's a couple more?

Again, it's not the plot line I disagree with (well, not entirely); what sane person wouldn't be drawn in by a love triangle between a vampire, a werewolf, and a human high schooler? Forget the retarded premise; at least it is science fiction and not strictly bored housewife erotica. What's truly offensive is that a woman who completed high school and received a B.A. in English from Brigham Young University writes about as well as a thirteen year old who scribbles in her diary at night with a flashlight, and the covers pulled over her head. Even more disturbing is that the story came to Meyer in a dream she had about a human girl who was in love with a vampire who thirsted for her blood. Who the hell has dreams like that? Give Meyer credit though, she turned what was obviously good reason to seek professional psychological help into uncanny, and seriously un-deserved success. Continuing with that avenue of disappointment, Twilight has not only earned Meyer hundreds of millions of dollars, it has also netted her a "British Book Award" (beating out the nerd loved, J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter books), and the book itself has been translated into 37 languages (a simple job for the translator); this last bit is the best because the cancer that is Twilight, has spread from America, infecting millions of un-suspecting, dim witted, barely literates around the globe.



Anything by Nicholas Sparks:

Much like the two authors listed above, Nicholas Sparks continues to be an insult to all serious writers who have ever lived, unlike the two above, he has done it for more than one decade. I will describe a Nicholas Sparks book for you: Two people who are hopelessly in love experience a tragedy, preferably somewhere warm. Which book am I talking about? ALL OF THEM! Each and every one of his books is a recycled version of the last; just change the name, the city, and the tragedy. Unfortunately, Sparks' extremely formulaic and predictable stories have won over the hearts of millions of depressed, love starved, and somewhat masochistic readers all over the globe. This adoration has translated into billions of dollars and more than half a dozen movie deals. That being said, at least he can write somewhat credibly (unlike the two aforementioned authors) and that is the only positive thing I will say about him.



As reasonably intelligent, I (and you should too) find the success of these authors to be nauseating and endemic of our modern society. Too many talentless morons are not only becoming rich with their pointless and mind-numbing drivel, but are receiving critical acclaim. They are a slap in the face to every true artist who has ever died penniless and forgotten. But it doesn't have to be this way. Wake up America! Stop wasting your time consumed by sex, wealth, and fame. Give your attention to those endeavors that are not only worthwhile but enriching culturally, spiritually, and intellectually. Disassociate yourselves from the senseless rabble! It is time for an intellectual revolt and you can help lead the fight; put down Fifty Shades of Grey and pick up Catcher in the Rye.

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