Fifty Shades of Shit

I’m tired. No really, while I think it’s great that certain books like Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey get above average readers (way above average), the end result is a dumbing down of the masses and literary works. Good lord, I’m starting to sound like Philip Roth.

I guess on the one hand I’m happy that people are buying the book Fifty Shades if for no other reason than they’re reading them. On the other hand, the writing in this work is worse than Stephenie Myer’s—if that is even possible.

Where I work (at the last largest chain of bookstores in the U.S.) people (mostly women) come in by the droves and buy the Fifty Shades book. People, who in all honesty, never even frequent bookstores are coming in and buying this book. Perhaps these women are sexually repressed and “need” a wild vicarious sex life to find some semblance of fulfillment. Who knows? I think they would be reading a far better work if they bought a copy of D.H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Can you tell this frustrates me? :-)