Post by Sprague Dawley on Oct 25, 2024 9:57:55 GMT
The 4th Hand (2001)
9/10
Starts well but then after 20 pages he's back doing his old trick of just letting scenes bleed into each other with zero concern for the reader, we're just there to meander along in his dreamscape with him. FFS why doesnt his editor just tell him "um, excuse me Mr Big Writey Shithead, you are allowed to leave an idea then start a new idea on a new page. In the business we call them "chapters", you tourettian cumshart".
Disgraceful take. WFT was I thinking. Impatient cunt. Trust The Process FFS. John Irving knows exactly what the fuck he's doing here.
This book is goddamn hilarious. They just make it up, you know. Can easily see how his books gets made into movies, albeit movies that aint shit compared to the books. Hotel New Hampshire. World According To Garp. Cider House Rules. The books are so good it must be almost impossible for screenwriters to resist the allure of making them into movies. Which inevitably fail when the moviemakers try to cram their shitty takes on a superior imagination's writhings and writings right into the earholes of some dumbarse inertly-passive movie audiences. "Please do my imagining for me, Mr Director".
9/10
Disgraceful take. WFT was I thinking. Impatient cunt. Trust The Process FFS. John Irving knows exactly what the fuck he's doing here.
This book is goddamn hilarious. They just make it up, you know. Can easily see how his books gets made into movies, albeit movies that aint shit compared to the books. Hotel New Hampshire. World According To Garp. Cider House Rules. The books are so good it must be almost impossible for screenwriters to resist the allure of making them into movies. Which inevitably fail when the moviemakers try to cram their shitty takes on a superior imagination's writhings and writings right into the earholes of some dumbarse inertly-passive movie audiences. "Please do my imagining for me, Mr Director".
