In a hilarious attempt to understand women, Dave Barry, one of my contemporary literary heroes, actually read E.L. James’s Fifty Shades of Grey and shared his thoughts in Time Magazine online. I bet Anastasia’s inner goddess wishes she had a ball-gag about now. Enjoy the review; I’m sure it’s more entertaining than the book.
Originally posted on TIME:
So I read Fifty Shades of Grey. This is the book written by female British author “E. L. James” that became a huge bestseller, devoured by pretty much every woman on Earth except my wife (or so she claims).
I think I might be the only man who read this book. I did it sneakily, hiding the cover, especially when I was on an airplane, which actually is a good place to read this book because you have access to a barf bag. I say this because of the writing style, which is . . . OK, here’s one tiny sample of the writing style:
“Did you give him our address?”
“No, but stalking is one of his specialties,” I muse matter-of-factly.
Kate’s brow knits further.
That’s right: This is the kind of a book where, instead of saying things, characters muse them, and they are somehow able to…
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