Biting and stinging hurts; why would I read something that is painful? I read for knowledge and for entertainment. If a story must be analyzed or studied to discover a meaning then, in my opinion, the story is not well written. Franz Kafka was a disturbed individual who’s writing was likely a failed attempt to make sense of his own confusion.
The last story I read that was difficult to read was “Fifty Shades of Grey.” I had no intentions of reading the story, but my daughter bought a hard copy for me and I would not waste her money. The story in itself was weak, however, I could see potential. Unfortunately, the writer was neither properly trained in writing nor properly informed in the subject matter. There was so many mechanical errors that it was truly painful to read. After a few pages, it was more than apparent that the story was lacking. The viewpoint, first person present, was distracting. The voice was awkward and unstable. The movement of the story was slow in the beginning, slower in the middle and completely died at the end. The characters, borrowed from the series Twilight, were two dimensional, underdeveloped, flat and unbelievable. A college student who has never sent emails; who did not know how to set up or use a laptop? It was filled with repetitive text that flowed like a hack job with cut-and-pastes sessions. The transitions were non-existent. The writer jumped from point A to point C with no means of getting there. This story started as fan-fic and should have stayed there. There is no place for it in mainstream literature.
I do not like every book that I read, some books are so boring they are difficult to finish. Such stories are well written and edited, only the content is uninteresting to me. “Fifty Shades of Grey” had potential, the story line was underdeveloped but could have been done well had the writer taken time to learn the trade and research their subject matter. All the annoying, time-consuming processes of professional publishing was skirted by self-publishing with the electronic version of vanity pressing. Reading this story has left me twice-shy about reading or purchasing anything that comes to me from electronic publishing. It seems there are no standards in that media and the works published are not brought before an editor before pressing. One issue that prevents me from placing this story to rest in the one place it deserves to be is that some people believe that the book is worthy of being called literature. I do pray that this trash does not become the norm in the future of literature.