It’s chilly and really windy here in LA–my first experience with Santa Ana winds! Judgment passed: I do not like them. That my power has gone out, albeit quite briefly, at least four times is a little frustrating. The weather and general moodiness in the air had me feeling a bit somber today, so I was quite pleased when my client Bryan Bliss tweeted this link to the worst of Dan Brown’s writing from a couple of years ago. Oh, was it ever what I needed.
Not to say that Dan Brown doesn’t have any talent, because he clearly does. His books sell by the boatload, and they’ve inspired hit films and numerous copycats. But he’s not really a master of the English language. In fact, his lack of English mastery, for me at least, is part of what I enjoy about his work. I’ll let you read the list and find your, but my favorite gem is: Overhanging her precarious body was a jaundiced face whose skin resembled a sheet of parchment paper punctured by two emotionless eyes.
Am I the only one who loves reading bad writing?