I’m sure a lot of people (predominantly females) are eagerly anticipating the release of the Fifty Shades of Grey movie. It opens here just before Valentine’s Day (how trite!). I’m not a fan of the books at all. I purchased all three from a flea market and proceeded to read the first. I managed to get about a third of the way through, and gave in. It wasn’t the language, or the graphic nature of the content, it was the writing itself – absolutely abysmal. I’ve never read a published novel more poorly written. Yes, I did read some of the ‘raunchy’ bits so I understand the appeal, but for me it was honestly not worth ploughing through hundreds of pages of tripe to get the ‘warm fuzzy feelings’. Give me Thomas Hardy any day! Hardy is to James what silk is to sandpaper. I also really like Daphne du Maurier, the Brontes, F. Scott Fitzgerald, etc.
There is perhaps a slight touch of jealousy in my feelings, because the Fifty Shades author E. L. James is undeniably successful in terms of book sales and a book being made into a film. However, I would personally not be proud to have produced writing of such poor quality, even if it was commercially popular.
Having said all that, I will see the movie; it may be better than the book – watch this space for a review!