You guys, I don’t understand.
I read the Fifty Shades trilogy and have decided this deserves its own post separate from what I’d say in July in Review.
First of all, these books are so badly written it hurts. (I get that people reading them are probably less interested in grammar, structure, plot and dialogue than I, but even I can handle some badly written stuff. This was SO BAD.)
From what I understand, E.L. James wrote these originally as Twilight fan fiction – which is very obvious when you read it – and they got super popular online, so she changed the characters’ names and sold them as original fiction on the web. Apparently she sold a bajillion copies, which prompted an actual book deal, where she has now sold a bajillion more. (The actual number is close to 20 million. Whatever, same diff.)
Speaking of numbers, try this one on for size: $1.34 million per week. That’s how much James is earning. PER WEEK.
Ok, really, I’m not that baffled. This is very much a case of popularity winning out over substance. It’s like when judges choose the more controversial contestant over the more talented one on a reality competition. They want the excitement and the ratings. Unfortunately, in that scenario I am not the controversial one. And in this scenario, I am sitting back watching a crappy writer (and her husband, who now has a book deal of his own. No word yet on whether or not he can write) reap the benefits of business people giving her a book deal because all they could see is dollar signs. Same thing goes for the news that those little Kardashians have a book deal. Because they can write? No. Because of who they are and how much money they can make.
It’s a business, I know. But it can be super discouraging to see so blatantly at work. Especially to those of us who worry about substance, and who have a big ol’ bunch of odds of being published stacked against them.