Tuesday, April 12, 2011

My idol

You know who my idol is? Stephenie Meyer. I'm serious. Here's why:

Her books are not good. The writing is atrocious, the dialog is contrived, the characters are unbelievable, and the plots are nonexistent. By all accounts, that should make for a horrible book. 

This woman is rich beyond all reason because of her poorly written books about sparkly vampires. Yeah. Read that sentence again just to take in the absurdity of the situation. 

This woman somehow managed to hit a nerve with millions of people. Her books spoke to people, and she somehow found exactly the right way to engage people's imaginations. She did this despite bad writing and all the rest. Something about what she did was exactly the right thing to do at that time, and she managed to do it perfectly and to the absolute extreme level her audience desired. Just think about how incredible that is.

I would gladly be a terrible writer if my writing spoke to millions of people. Sure, I'd rather be a good writer, but think about it for a second. Who cares if you're a good artist if your work isn't accessible? What makes art good is that people can relate to it and it moves them. I'm pretty sure that perfectly describes Stephenie Meyer's work.

So while I will continue to make fun of the sparkly vampires and yell obscenities at the atrocious writing, I have a tremendous amount of respect for this woman, and honestly, I kind of want to be her.

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