Post by chonies on Apr 26, 2006 2:18:07 GMT -4
There's also that terrifying subgenre in romance, which is "9 Months Later..." a romantic escapade involving a successful impregnation after what is usually a one-night stand. I forget which of the big two romance publishers put this line out, but it's just as casual as "the Australians" or "White Weddings" collections. Shudder.
I like the non-glamour chick-lit, to a point. Dim Sum of All Things was great, although I haven't read the follow-up, and I liked Bridget Jones, but I hated Girl's Guide to Hunting and Fishing, because it stank up the place and also because I was going burst if one more person asked "do you have something like this, but for football, or baseball?" Sigh, petulant bookstore clerk angst. I also thought To Be Someone was good, but I read it in a somewhat shaky time, so maybe it's not as good as I remember.
My other unpopular opinion has been mentioned in part already: I can't stand the Beats, especially Kerouac. I think "Howl" was a great poem, but I hate Burroughs, Kerouac, Ferlinghetti (mostly--I kind of liked Her), and even Diane DiPrima. And Ann Charters (?). I can't stand junkie-lit, either. I can't sit through Bukowski, who would probably be a decent writer if he didn't have such a circle of irritating fans and post-mortem devotees. I like The Basketball Diaries okay but I didn't really believe it. Anyway, what troubles me more is that many of the above mentioned opinions are especially unpopular in my house. My boyfriend loves the Beats and Bukowski--it makes me nervous about the "you are what you read" maxim.
I like the non-glamour chick-lit, to a point. Dim Sum of All Things was great, although I haven't read the follow-up, and I liked Bridget Jones, but I hated Girl's Guide to Hunting and Fishing, because it stank up the place and also because I was going burst if one more person asked "do you have something like this, but for football, or baseball?" Sigh, petulant bookstore clerk angst. I also thought To Be Someone was good, but I read it in a somewhat shaky time, so maybe it's not as good as I remember.
My other unpopular opinion has been mentioned in part already: I can't stand the Beats, especially Kerouac. I think "Howl" was a great poem, but I hate Burroughs, Kerouac, Ferlinghetti (mostly--I kind of liked Her), and even Diane DiPrima. And Ann Charters (?). I can't stand junkie-lit, either. I can't sit through Bukowski, who would probably be a decent writer if he didn't have such a circle of irritating fans and post-mortem devotees. I like The Basketball Diaries okay but I didn't really believe it. Anyway, what troubles me more is that many of the above mentioned opinions are especially unpopular in my house. My boyfriend loves the Beats and Bukowski--it makes me nervous about the "you are what you read" maxim.
