Like or hate Matt Walsh’s opinions, you have to commend his rhetorical skills. His latest, about the impending release of the Fifty Shades of Grey movie, was a joy to read from start to finish.
My favourite part:
Today, someone on Facebook quoted a line from the novel:
“Finally, my medulla oblongata recalls its purpose, I breathe.”
I thought this was a joke, so I looked it up.
Nope. Not a joke. Completely real. That line actually appears in a best selling piece of literature. That line was written by someone masquerading as an author, approved by someone masquerading as an editor, published by someone masquerading as a publisher, and then consumed by millions of people masquerading as literate.
I found some other excerpts that are almost as bad/good:
“That’s the bottom line. I want to be with him. My inner goddess sighs with relief.”
“Her curiosity oozes through the phone.”
“My scalp prickles as adrenaline and fury lance through my body, all my worst fears realized.”
“My inner goddess is beside herself, hopping from foot to foot.”
This is some very, very stupid material. It reads like a thesaurus procreated with a script from a soft core porn and then the baby fell into a vat of Lifetime Channel DVDs. My inner goddess is rolling her eyes, my inner brain is hurting.
I think her inner goddess needs to take a leak.
I later learned—and was frankly unsurprised—that Fifty Shades of Grey began its life as a work of erotic Twilight fan fiction. It certainly seems tacky enough. In fact, judging by Matt’s excerpts, even though erotic fiction isn’t my cup of tea, I suspect that I owe it to myself (and my medulla oblongata) to read at least the first book just for the sheer amusement value that Bulwer-Lyttonesque doggerel can offer. I can’t imagine that it’s Minnow Trap, but it comes close.