|Speaking of Twilight
||[Jul. 24th, 2009|11:42 am]
My opinions, worth exactly what you've paid for them:|
There are people who are good storytellers, but not necessarily good writers. Examples: Stephen King and Dean Koontz.
There are good writers who can't tell stories for shit. This group includes most philosophers, modern and ancient.
There are a few rare people who both write well *and* spin a good yarn: Pratchett, Gaiman, Solzhenitsyn, PZB.
And then there are those who can neither write, nor tell a coherent story. Their prose rhythm stumbles and their research is minimal at best. Their character development borders on non-existent. They lack the most basic grasp of spelling, grammar, and punctuation: the very foundations of written communication. Stephenie Meyers falls squarely into this category. Whoever told her that her work was acceptable for anything but lining litterboxes and bird cages should be torn apart by rampaging copy editors.
Twilight is shit. Meyers' writing is shit. Those of you who adore the cardboard characters and laughable plots she's created should be ashamed of yourselves. For Christ's sake, Rowling put more effort into developing her characters and the world in which they live in her first book, while Myers has not progressed one tiny bit. And aside from some linguistic tics, JKR's got the mechanics of writing down pat.
10 years from now, everyone who is now squeeing over Edward and Bella and worshipping Meyers by proxy will look back on the phenomenon, dramatically press the backs of their wrists to their foreheads, and cry "My God, what was I thinking?" The rest of us will be right there with self-righteous indignation, declaring that we warned you but you wouldn't listen.
::Edit the second: author's name corrected. I may have been thinking of PZ Myers in conjunction with Poppy. Carry on.