The book I’m reading (which shall remain nameless for the time being) has just gone from being kind of annoying to actually making me angry. So angry that I cannot seem to stop writing snarky comments in the margins. Things like, “really, really people loved to hate Bill Gates in the late 80s?” Because, I’d venture to guess that Midwestern journalism majors at small liberal arts colleges would have never even heard of Bill Gates in 1988.
And while I’m on the topic, any good journalism student would know that a question that can be answered with yes or no is not, I repeat, NOT an open-ended question.
It’s books like this, a book I am determined to finish now to prove I am better than it, that makes me wonder what ever happened to editors. Really, how did anyone let some of this slide? I’m nearly 100 pages in and the author just had a POV (point of view) slip that lasted for a paragraph. While he has chosen a very weird POV to begin with, a strange first/third person sort of thing where the narrator (the first person) is telling the story of his dead roommate (the third person) some 18-years after her death and allegedly he’s getting the info from her diaries (that he no longer has in his possession) and either she had the most detailed diaries ever, or this is TOTAL BULLSHIT.
I’m voting for bullshit.
Of course, now that I’m angry at the book I can’t seem to let anything slide. I’m actually editing line by line, circling the use of foyer three times in two sentences, and four uses of dramatic/dramatically in one paragraph.
I keep trying to stop myself, to let it go and just embrace the story. But when the writing is keeps calling attention to istel, and is so self-conscious (the narrator often points out his own jokes) it’s hard to get into the story. The writing keeps getting in the way, and that just sucks.
If this author pulls this story off, I will be amazed (which is why I won’t reveal the suckitude’s title until I finish).