by Nevada Barr
Writing a book (a real one – sorry, Snooki) is an incredibly difficult undertaking. I know this, because I did it once. So I don’t take a great deal of pleasure in trashing someone else’s novel (well, maybe yours, Snooki). But when a writer becomes wealthy and routinely appears on The New York Times Best Seller list by cranking out junk like Track of the Cat … well, I’m gonna bitch about it. Barr’s book is a bad one, and she is a bad writer. Here is a sample sentence from this so-called thriller: “Anna forced every spark of her concentration into her hearing until it felt as if her ears waved around her head on stalks.” That conjures a ridiculous image, and it’s crappy prose from an amateurish writer. Even Snooki might do better.
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