Dave Barry is probably the world’s funniest man in his particular writing genre. The article, from Time, printed below, is part of his newest book, coming out in March, and confirms all of my suspicions about the best-seller, 50 Shades of Grey. You were right Mr. Barnum! But owing to the number of copies of this dreck that sold, I have a feeling more than one sucker is born every minute. Thank you, Mr. Barry, for reading this one for me.
It sort of makes me sick to think that authors like Faulkner, Alcott, Dr. Seuss, and Golding (among many) were rejected dozens of times, or had to self publish (long before the present day ease of such a thing). One of the great gaffes made by publishers was the rejection letter sent to Rudyard Kipling, in which he was told he didn’t know how to use the English language. In such things we who perhaps have a file filled with such “encouraging ” things, can find some solace. We probably will never be equal to the timeless literary quality of such distinguished men and women of letters, but I doubt seriously if any of the writers that I follow in the blogosphere have been, or ever will be, guilty of perpetrating such Grey slime upon the public. However, it seems like the folks who laid out money for this “double crap,” bear a large part of the responsibility for the “dumbing down” of the reading and book-buying world. The article below shared, from Time, is long, but hysterical, and helped assuage my despair until I realized that in the end the publishers win. . .money to be made aplenty with absolutely no editing needed, and no expensive educated editor’s salaries to be paid. Do I sound bitter? Oh well. Enjoy the article, or buy the book – or all three parts ( it’s a trilogy!), and give E. L. James some more giggles on her frequent trips to the bank.
Enjoy: from time.com