‘Know your enemy.‘ I could have borrowed -and shielded behind- this chapter title of Richard Stengel’s ‘Mandela’s Way’ since my students, at a mere 14-15 age, are bewitched by the novel . But I don’t even feel the need. I just advocate for the plain, rightfully subjective, unarguable, ‘I like it‘ (incidentally, and beyond the variety of moral judgements to possibly be considered in this case, from a very personal point of view I have always been in favour of easy, engaging pageturners with respect to the promotion of reading habits in youngsters. Mainly, against the costume of forcing them to start with the classics at school).
Nope! Didn’t take advantage of this offer.
But the fact of liking it is not the core reason for this post. Conversely, is the opinion of those not-liking-it what moves me. And yes: together with a pinch of that temporary freak flow and happy mood promoted by thick-as-a-brick trilogies (mind the double meaning, please: it’s my opening present for those who argue heatedly against the book 😛 ).
All of a sudden, it seems that everybody is an expert in literature AND in erotic literature. But EL James is the down-to-earth one who signs the best-seller… Go do it better!?
So much is being elaborated on why the book is just crap, that one can’t keep oblivious to this phenomenon (notice 3 pages long newspaper articles -sort of thorough essays!- trying to reduce to powder the novel; not to mention the loads of punishing customer reviews poured on Amazon about it, for instance). The author must really be thanking the bad review as the best marketing for her work, that for sure.
Prone to criticize the Fifty Shades fantasy? Have this mouthful of reality, then (The Monty Python made ‘Life of Brian’ too, although that was a masterpiece)… Or stick to the classics instead. But consider to shut up in any case 🙂 ; thanks
But far from a predictable post on quoting arguments against the book and/or fighting them, I will just punish them with the whip of my indifference 😛 Nevertheless, it’s preoccupying to notice such hordes putting forward issues based on scared morality, poor style/literature, bad research, or… lack of reality! (???… Isn’t this a f-i-c-t-i-o-n?). Narrowminded?… Or is it just about why-didn’t-I-happen-to-be-the-first-to-manage-such-an-approach? I may understand the efforts and the vast array of encouraged biased&twisted reviews from the point of view of possibly having felt a loss of time while reading, but I suppose that nobody is reading this book at point of gun up to the last page. Why, then, such annoyance?
Funny: nobody would ever criticize the Twilight for its ‘lack of reality’, despite the vampires and wolfmen. So much waffle about teenagers books!… by reviewers who consider themselves grown-ups (rightfully?)
To put it into few words, my conclusion is that a) if the 50 Shades is criticized after having read the third volume, the reader is either a masochist or a liar, and b) if you don’t like it, just don’t take it; anything else looks like the very human envy and/or need for mockery. I don’t waste my time bothering around things that other people like when I don’t. Also, I don’t feel superior to anyone for the books I read or the things I do; I do take pride in being eclectic to the bone, though.
My contention is a plain tautology: this romance is what it is: a sort of quick paced written film* to be read for fun and leisure and relax. The mistake is to feel disappointed for not being what it isn’t (*Conversely, I don’t think it’s a good book to make a film from: naturally aiming to become a blockbuster, it would for sure be an American release… but it just wouldn’t be because the explicit sex would be unbearable except for certain theaters -no popular, open blockbuster then!-. The Spaniards could make it explicit, though, but then it would never be a global blockbuster 😛 ).
THE WAY I’M ENJOYING IT
In any case, I’m taking good advantage of the reading… or better to say the listening, since I’m actually enjoying the audiobook version: 60 hours of English listening practice, yesss! The wording is rich enough as a C1 profitable revision: ways of walking, ways of smiling and laughing, postures and movements (err… beyond the sex!, the latter :P); Commuting has become daily quality time that I face with joy instead of boring wasted duty time and, at last, I’ve found something that truly prevents me from falling asleep while driving, which was -up to now- a daily struggle rating from painful to extremely painful (err… Frankly, sorry but Virginia Woolf is not up to this task); and curiosity for new vocabulary and expressions is keeping my English learning avidity alive! (moreover, I’m taking advantage to experience how much is lost in a translation, when I listen to some tricky expression and, later, check it out in the Spanish version). And that just for the example, but what else could I ask for?!
-I hadn’t been involved in such a thrilling pageturning since the Millenium trilogy;
-The music matter, along the book, is just wise: the author seems to have set it up, in advance, as her wish soundtrack for the forthcoming filmed version of a best-seller. It looks as though she had already planned it to become such!;
-It is massively making people joyful: just check out the playlists ventures on Youtube… Freak, freak, freak;
-I recaptured the rapture of ‘reading’ at proper pace, through the listening of a properly paced impressive reading (this Becca Battoe kicks ass! I’ll have to find time to follow her in other audiobooks).
-I’m reaching the end (!).
So… Don’t you like it? Fecht another book and let the 50 go. Don’t mess; what for?!