November 2, 2015
Train wreck.
That’s the only explanation I can give this poor romance, and it’s certainly the only reason I can give for continuing to read. Heck, I sat in the car outside the library while my kid was inside. I read. She was looking for new books. She was the smart one.
I mentioned the stubble/beard problem in my last post. Won’t go there again.
But it’s been downhill, in terms of the writing, since then.
There’s a “Shit!” he swore moment.
Seriously? In today’s fiction marketplace, you, Big Five Publisher, are putting THAT amateur writing out? Seriously? Like the reader is too freaking stupid to know that shit or whatever the word actually was is what someone says when they swear?
As I say to my clients, “Why tell what you’ve already shown?”
Waste. of. words.
(Waste of reader brain cells, too.)
But then it got better. It did! How does it get better than something I have been making fun of since the 1990s?
He tasted her with his mouth.
Well, thanks for that clarification there, folks. Personally, I taste with my left elbow, so knowing that someone uses their mouth to taste… wow. Consider my mind blown.
Honestly, I’m not sure which is worse: that a real person (presumably) put her name on this drek, that some editor let it be published, or that the publisher is actually charging $7.99 for it. Maybe the absolute worst is that readers and libraries (where my copy came from) actually spent money on it.
My clients turn out better books on a daily basis. They come up with creative plots — and notice how I haven’t started on the plot of this one, which is cliched perfunctory leaning toward kitchen sinking — and characters who are real. And they work on the craft of writing. They rise above amateur hour. They push boundaries. They expect excellence from themselves.
And you, big publishing, are putting THIS out?
And people wonder what’s wrong with publishing.
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