This ranks among the most condescending, sanctimonious, and self-important excuses for an article Ive ever read. Oh, you read Charles Dickens for fun, lady, congratulations--I personally consider most of his work melodramatic, unfocused, and crudely manipulative, but to each their own. Give me Kurt Vonnegut or George Orwell any day. But theres space on my case for old-school Christopher Pike and horror anthologies (my trashy brain candy of choice) as well. The very fact that we can use our brains to invent settings, characters, and scenarios, then encapsulate them in written words shows how far weve come from our primitive ancestry, whether the story that takes shape is To Kill a Mockingbird or Twilight (and we all know how I feel about Twilight, so theres no need to revisit that void). Guilt takes all the fun out of pleasure. And whats with your theory that grown up books never invest in cheap emotional triggers or polished-up resolutions? Have you even looked at whats out there, clogging our bookstores like a traffic jam of processed meat in someones colon? Speaking for myself, I have way more respect for someone round my age who, like me, read and enjoyed the Harry Potter/ Hunger Games series over the mental autobot with nothing but James Patterson and Nora Roberts in their library.
Posted on: Fri, 06 Jun 2014 12:06:45 +0000
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