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Bad writing makes unicorns cry

This is just too funny.

I have a hard time articulating what I mean when I say ‘bad writing’ but The Telegraph does an excellent job pointing out the factual errors and just ugly prose in the various Dan Brown books. 

Some of my favorites- 

14. Angels and Demons, chapter 100: Bernini’s Fountain of the Four Rivers glorified the four major rivers of the Old World – The Nile, Ganges, Danube, and Rio Plata. 

The Rio de la Plata. Between Argentina and Uruguay. One of the major rivers of the Old World. Apparently. “  

Seriously? A major, overwhelmingly popular author can’t spend two minutes on Google? Anyone, anywhere could look this up and see the error. 

19. The Da Vinci Code, chapter 83: “The Knights Templar were warriors,” Teabing reminded, the sound of his aluminum crutches echoing in this reverberant space. 

“Remind” is a transitive verb – you need to remind someone of something. You can’t just remind. And if the crutches echo, we know the space is reverberant.” 

Yet another victim of the “said is evil” school of writers. Just use ‘he said’, I promise, it won’t hurt. 

4, 3, and 2. The Da Vinci Code, opening sentence: Renowned curator Jacques Saunière staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum’s Grand Gallery. 

Angels and Demons, opening sentence: Physicist Leonardo Vetra smelled burning flesh, and he knew it was his own. 

Deception Point, opening sentences: Death, in this forsaken place, could come in countless forms. Geologist Charles Brophy had endured the savage splendor of this terrain for years, and yet nothing could prepare him for a fate as barbarous and unnatural as the one about to befall him. 

Professor Pullum: “Renowned author Dan Brown staggered through his formulaic opening sentence”. “ 

HA! 

I know I am a book snob, but I have a difficult time grasping how people can read this stuff and call it fantastic. It drives me up the wall that all this awful writing is topping the NYT bestseller lists while some of the best writing goes completely unnoticed. Don’t even get me started on Twilight… oops, too late! 

“I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly” 

Good know you can go to hell without thoroughly going to hell… I think I’ll partially go to hell, you know, maybe go 40% to hell… or something. 

“Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars- points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.” 

GRAH! I think I’m going to puke now… is this a Harlequin Romance? No, it can’t be, the prose is too purple even for that! The whole passage is cheesy, cliché and just wrong. It makes me want to sing- ‘blinded by the light…wrapped up like a duce…” and the ’stars-points’ bothers me, shouldn’t it be star-points? Also, brilliancy is kind of a stupid word. Just reading this passage makes me so glad I skipped this series and even more disappointed in the readers of the world. 

“When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn’t see it as an omen —just unavoidable. I’d already said my goodbyes to the sun. “ 

Um, what? This sentence makes me NUTS! Who said the rain was an omen? Right… no one. Way to not use the weather as a device to set the mood. After all, that would be cliché wouldn’t it? Instead, have the main character blatantly talk about how rain isn’t an omen. That’s some crazy misdirection, now I’m all a flutter! 

And finally, the following passage is the final one that I read when skimming the book at B&N, before deciding there were a few thousand other things with which I’d rather fill my time, like reorganizing the OED using the last letter of a word rather than the first or mowing the lawn with a pair of sewing scissors.   

“Instead, I was ivory-skinned, without even the excuse of blue eyes or red hair, despite the constant sunshine. I had always been slender, but soft somehow, obviously not an athlete; I didn’t have the necessary hand-eye coordination to play sports without humiliating myself — and harming both myself and anyone else who stood too close.  

Who describes themselves as ‘ivory-skinned’? Then proceeds to emphasis the point by using ‘translucent’, ’sallow’ and ‘pallid’- how many times did you use shit-F7 while writing this thing Ms Meyer? I never realized having blue eyes was an excuse. An excuse for what exactly? Brainless vanity? 

When I finished putting my clothes in the old pine dresser, I took my bag of bathroom necessities and went to the communal bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel. I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my tangled, damp hair. Maybe it was the light, but already I looked sallower, unhealthy. My skin could be pretty — it was very clear, almost translucent-looking — but it all depended on color. I had no color here.  

‘Communal bathroom’? I didn’t realize bathroom needed an adjective. Also, ‘day of travel’?! What the hell is that? I’m sorry, did we revert 150 years for a second and I didn’t know about it? If her skin was pretty because it is translucent-looking then no, it doesn’t depend on color. It depends on the lack of it, and she already said she didn’t get color from the sun in the previous paragraph so why is she complaining that she has no color here? IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE! 

This passage also works as a lovely starting out point for the rampant sexism in YA books, but that’s another post.  

 

 

 

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Book Challenges are going to kill me

So, in my forays into Good Reads and LibraryThing and various other book review sites, blogs and geekified bookworm websites, I’ve casually seen these odd things called challenges. They range from the simple- “read three books about your state in a month” to the mega-complex, with page after page of guidelines and rules and page numbers… etc.

Guess which I kind I got wrapped up into?

Our Fearless Leader’s kick ass girlfriend, who, incidentally, deserves her own special nickname on this site… let’s see…I’m not creative so lets go with Awesome Chick, A.C. for short.

Anyway, she and I have bonded over ghost hunts and whatnot, but our main draw is books. Oh yes, we love the books. So she joined this challenge and invited me along. It is complex and detailed, so I won’t go into it here, but the goal is to read a lot of books in widely differing categories between September and November. Points are given when certain tasks are completed. The points mean just about as much they did on that old comedy show, “Who’s Line Is It Anyway?” which is to say, nada. But the challenge, the books, the marathon reading… it is too strong a force to resist.

Naturally, this lead me to scrutinizing other book challenges. Which, also naturally, lead me to decide to participate in many of those as well… at the same fucking time! I should never complain again- I bring all my stress on myself.

Anyway, so as part of my challenge experience I am going to- what else? Blog about it. It started yesterday and I have already emptied my bank account buying books to fit the exacting criteria of these challenges. Sigh. We’re having an imaginary Christmas this year I think (I got a pogo stick!).

So, to recap the last two days reading- I haven’t finished anything except a few kids books, the rediscovered Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books, which are just as delightful now as they were when I read them twenty (!) years ago.

I’ve started the following books-
The Court of Air, by Stephen Hunt
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
To Rule the Waves: How the British Navy Shaped the Modern World by Arthur Herman
Redemption Alley by Lilith Saintcrow

If I manage to finish one of these before starting another, I’ll be highly surprised.

Catharsis, Thy Name is Music The Brat Hates

Here is a smattering of lyrics and one whole song that I use to brighten up my day. My brother will hate them all, as usual.

my first love was a wild sinful night
I ran out with the big dogs guess I had more bark then bite
even thought I won the battle in the end I lost the fight
yeah my first love was a wild sinful night
 

my first love was an angry painful song
I wanted one so bad I went and did everything wrong
a lesson in reality would come before too long
yeah my first love was an angry painful song
 

-Wicked Twisted Road by Reckless Kelly
 

i’m waiting and fading and floating away
the curtains are torn and the setting decayed
i’m waiting and fading and floating…
 

-Panic Switch by Silversun Pickups
 

I can’t remind you all the time
Bring it back, bring it back
To where we were before
I can’t remind you all the time
No, no
Bring it back, bring it back
 

-Cigarette Song by All American Rejects
 

Old money helped him hide

his lack of education

now he’s using it to hide

the bruises on her cheek.

- Cursing the Ohio by Matt King
 

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Fear and Thought Worms

Saturday was great fun, Sunday morning, not so much. Tequila usually doesn’t hit me too hard and I managed to get it out of it without hurling, but dear god my head hurt Sunday morning! But the house warming was a rousing success. I had a great time and think the rest did to, at least I hope so. 

 

As much fun as it was, there was some small revelations as well. I’ve been pretty reflective and maybe a little overly sentimental since Mom died. I know this and have tried to just let it run its course but I’m starting to think it may be doing more harm then good. This phase of mine is a big reason why I haven’t posted a deep, emotional post here about her death. I don’t know that it’d be good for me right now, seeing as how I’ve been ‘in my head’ for the last 10 months. It’s getting a bit scary in there, I must say. 

 

What the hell am I talking about? You want a point to that rambly paragraph? Well, aren’t you demanding! 

 

Saturday, before the tequila took hold, a thought worm that’s been biding its time these past few months, bloomed big and bad. I looked at my friends and family. I saw people who’ve known me forever, people who’ve known me for just a few months. There were people who’ve seen me at my worst; people who’ve cheered my triumphs like their own, people who love me more than I deserve. People I absolutely adore. People I’d bury bodies for without a second thought, people I trust with my life, my heart and my books. I swelled up with love and joy and I felt humbled and special and blessed beyond words. Yay, happy happy awesome, for about thirty seconds. 

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Fiction Friday #1

Since I seem to have been posting on Fridays a lot I thought I’d start a new feature, where I post bits and pieces of whatever I’ve been writing lately. Today will be just a few opening paragraphs to a new story, I don’t really know where its going yet. Please let me know what you think via email, Facebook or the comments below. For the record, I’m going to do the fiction in italics, just to keep it seperate.

There are plenty of platitudes, clichés and quips, sewn into conversations and pillows that discuss the inevitability of change and the futility of life plans.
My personal favorite is “life is what happens while you’re making other plans,” or something like that.
As annoying and ubiquitous as these phrases are, they have a large measure of truth to them. Perhaps that is what makes them so damned irritating.
I never once considered the possibility that I would give up football. I mean, I thought about career ending injuries, sure. But it was always about how I could avoid them, never what would happen if, or what I would do afterwards. When the unthinkable happened and I tore the crap out of my shoulder, I was struck dumb for about a day. Lucky for me, someone else had thought about it, when they signed me up for communications as a major in college. I, of course, had no interest in my major. So my sister picked it for me. It turned out that communications suited me, specifically journalism- sports writing.
So I left the field to those with stronger joints and steamed ahead with my degree, dreaming of a respectable writing career. I had learned to live with my first major disappointment in life and believed, with all the surety of a young idiot, that everything would be fine from now on.
What happened next threw me for a loop, to say the least. I watched my second choice for a career disappear and embarked on an entirely new course. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong friends, none of it my choice really, which is why it  still irks me.

Life, it always gets in the fucking way of my plans.  

 

Delightful Desperate Measures

Moving. Such a lovely, meaningful experience; sweaty, aching, tired people with wobbly muscles and short tempers…I’m so fucking glad its over!

Adjusting hasn’t been so bad thus far, I’m hoping it stays that way.

The cat and the dog have yet to be in the same rooms together without growling, but I’m thinking they’ll get over it pretty soon. I hope so, I miss having Cleo on the bed with me.

We have too much stuff, honestly. But The Boy is a pack rat and won’t get rid of ANYTHING. I’ve got no idea how we’re going to fit it all in.

I really can’t talk though, because I have more books than most small town libraries. I have no place to put them and all they do, right now is take up room. I have to tell you though, I am SO excited at the prospect of spending something like two days organizing, cataloging and generally geeking out over my books! Now I have the room to do it!

We still need a dishwasher, some fencing, a side table or two and lots of rugs but overall it really is going well. I’ll post some more when I get some time. Stay tuned for a little fiction.

Now Playing

Reading: Greywalker by Kat Richardson

Watching: Warehouse 13 (LOVE!)

Shopping: For wine and bookshelves, IKEA and Target mostly

Playing: Haven’t set up the Wii yet, but we’re getting Rock Band soon!

Listening: Still obsessesed with Matt King, also Reckless Kelly and the song “Toes” by the Zac Brown Band

Even More Friday Fill-Ins

1. Fourth of July is my favorite summertime holiday.

2. My favorite John Hughes movies is Breakfast Club.

3. Suede is something I love to touch.

4. The full moon is peaceful.

5. Thinking about parties right now.

6. When daylight fades I come alive.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to spending some quality time with The Boy, tomorrow my plans include unpacking and going to a party and Sunday, I want to get some more unpacking done!

 As always, click here for the Friday Fill-ins Blog.