I’m going to spare the rant about the quality of the book – most people have already expressed it. I came across a great blog post this morning (as I am avoiding doing any type of grading or producing). The writer raises a fear that I’ve had for a while now. In the post Assault on Literature through 50 Shades of Yuck, the writer laments the current phenomenon of inserting into already existing stories.
The prime example here is the phenomenon that swept the world by storm, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Yeah yeah, I can hear the post-modern protests already. But But But. It’s funny. But but but, it’s not hurting anyone. But but but lighten up.
I’d be less worried if I knew that everyone’s spawn actually knew works of literature. I’m disheartened on a regular basis that they do not, in fact, know much about literature at all (or care, or want to care). I fear the parody of these works (and the thriller/comedy/sex ification of them) is replacing the works themselves (insert rant on education/values/art/entertainment).
Hey, I think spoofs are funny. I think they’re only a good idea, however, when we know what they’re making fun of and why.
The decade of the reboot and the remake (not that these haven’t existed before) in such proliferation and zeal has annoyed me. I’ve enjoyed some, loathed others. But I knew the originals. Sure, some are going to argue that the reboot or remake may inspire seeing the originals. Ok, but that’s giving people a lot of credit. Yet, I’ll readily believe that people will see the original movie before they read the original book.
Flaubert spent 5 years writing Madame Bovary. Not due to laziness, but rather to an obsessive attention to words, sentences, and sounds.
I wonder how long the mommy porn author took to copy Sade’s homework before class.