>I’m just finishing reading a novel for research purposes and I almost chucked it across the room last night in frustration and disgust – not prudish disgust, but disgust that this tripe is being published. (Note: research materials do not appear in my “currently reading” section in the sidebar, those are purely for pleasure and/or self advancement.)
There were 10 consecutive pages (apx 2,500 words) of gratuitous sex (aka “padding”), which I ended up scanning and skipping. It’s a short novel anyway (apx 50,000 words), these 10 pages did nothing to move the story forward, nor did they move the relationship along (aka “gratuitous”). Is this excessive, am I indeed being prudish, or do I suffer from sour grapes?
When the writer wrote (I kid you not) “… the floor rocked a bit beneath her feet …”, I had to cast around for the sick bucket. Why is this rubbish being published? I thought the earth-moving lark had overstayed its welcome decades ago. The author is a popular one in this particular genre, but I much preferred the one she was packaged with as that was closer to what I’d expect when I buy this particular imprint.
If I wanted to read bad porn, I’d buy another style, type and imprint altogether; if I wanted to read good erotica, I know where to go for that too. But I wanted to read about mystery, adventure, intrigue. I won’t give up on the genre as I’ve read others and they’ve come up to expectation, but I won’t pick one up by this particular author ever again.
This morning I woke with another short story almost fully formed in my head – this one is called And Then The Earth Moved … I wrote the outline earlier today. The other stories outlined this week are called: Amy’s Wedding; Cherry Blossom; Pumpkin Pie; and Bramble Jelly. (Those last 3 make up the Harvest Festival trilogy.)
The second half of day 2 of my holiday is below this one.