Tuesday, December 15, 2015
I'm sorry. I just don't get it any more.
Today is a day of frustration. I've just finished a crime novel written by a previously-unread author that I am not even going to post about because I thought it was just awful. It was just poorly written, it read like the author (who is also a screenwriter) was hoping it was going to become another big blockbuster tv series, and it was so out there as to be well beyond where I go when I suspend disbelief. I put the book down extremely frustrated wondering if this sort of stuff is on course to become the norm in this genre with authors trying to outdo each other with how gimmicky their serial killers can get, or with methods of killing that are just beyond outlandish. If the point of these violence-soaked novels is that society is getting more violent, well, hello, duh -- it's all over the news; I got that memo already and I certainly don't need to open a novel to discover that message. What ever happened to the idea of a decent, intelligent story, or one that tells its readers something about human nature in the process? Does anyone besides me even want that sort of thing any more? I don't know about anyone else, but the extreme violence in these books to me is just unnecessary, but seems to be getting worse, more on the edge -- and even more frightening -- more popular as time goes on.