Fifty Shades of Fury

I was reluctant to pen this post due to the controversy that accompanies this conversation, however a talented friend of mine has eloquently explained her issues with Fifty Shades of Grey and as a writer I am honour-bound to do the same.

(Read her post on https://blueeyedmutant.wordpress.com/2015/02/22/fifty-shades-of-not-going-to-happen/ )

While the masses applauded and even admire the fan-fiction turned film by E.L. James, writers everywhere have express outcry.

Did Fitzgerald, Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, J.K. Rowling, Dan Brown or any other profound and popular author attain success by creeping under the covers of their characters? How is it that E.L James has been able to create a bestseller through a fanfiction based on Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight saga and yet aspiring writers struggle to innovate and invent ingenious ideas?

What has become of fine literature?

Are we going to exploit and essentially enjoy the intimate lives of made-up men in order to stimulate our minds?

I fear that 50 Shades of Grey is only the tip of the iceberg and we are the titanic headed for tragedy at a tremendous rate.

The effect of the intention of the author is inevitable in his or her readers.

Pray tell, what sort of influence will 50 shades pf Grey have not only on those who are reading it but those who are flocking to watch the film? By allowing our media and movie houses to broadcast this film in such an esteemed light is making it okay for men to have and carry out these fantasies in which woman are being dehumanized to the point of animals. Consider a women who was in a relationship that was characterized by the sort of abuse (I am all for euphemism but let’s be honest, this is indeed a root in the tree of topics pertaining to marital abuse) that 50 Shakes of Grey portrays but also promotes. How does she feel while walking in the mall? Having to see the winding queues of women and girls waiting anxiously to spend a portion of their lives watching a movie that has caused her trauma and tragedy.

The movie cost $14 million to produce. While 122 million youth globally are illiterate. What are we doing about this? Purchasing a movie ticket is not an acceptable answer. Be part of the solution to save our literature and society from degenerating further into this sick state.

Reconsider the types of literature you are engaging in and think again about the message it is sending, not just to your own brain but to the thought processes of generations to come.

I will not read 50 Shades of Grey nor any equivalent. In the name of good literature, I will sit proudly and enjoy Mr. Knightley’s attempts to win over the hand and heart of Emma.

_Quixotic Novelist

Why I write

I’ve spent the past few days reviewing my written work. It’s a strange sensation; reading your own writing. Somehow in your head you aren’t actually the author of the words before you. So you peruse this particular piece and there is an unfamiliar sense of familiarity at each punctuation point. At several intervals the question “Did I really write this?” flashes before you.

Then I posed the problematic philosophy of “Why do I write?” and like a lot of life’s questions this one remained unanswered. I simply could not rest, I became insistent on finding a solution. So my nights were interfered with by insomnia and my brain boggled to the brim.

WHY DO I WRITE?

 As any historian knows in order to move forward we have to dig deep into the depths of the past to derive lessons and improve upon the errors of our predecessors. That’s what I did. I entered my archives and read up on the writing I once wrote. I must admit it was amusing. Physically I’ve stayed the same but my mind has matured and managed to move on.

I miss the girl who wrote about her carrot head and her fairytale fun with friends. If I were to update my younger-self on the state of society I think her statement that we are sick in a world without remedy would be amplified and become more austere. Her acceptance letter into the Dead Scribbler’s Society was lost in the mail and no follow up has been initiated. What changed? Mayhap she’s realized that stereotypes are too asinine to be fractured, icons are as incompetent as ever, logic has been locked out and the key discarded, sadness may have sucked her into a false sense of salvation, she may have been overpowered by a malicious malady and never recovered due to the mistakes of toxic comity , she turned in the toughees, she never discovered the power of saying “NO”, she suffered in silence, and without the centre she was never whole, she could have quelled the calls of caution and headed for calamity, she may have witnessed that the lost remnant of chivalry was no more than a phony in tinfoil,  or perchance it was that her brows never bent back from banality. The food for thought is free for all and yet we seem to be on a starvation diet.

My breathing book, my poem, Blair, the man behind the mask, even Jackie Kennedy has been on the receiving end of my writing. I stopped writing about myself and I started to write to the people and places that passed through the pages of my life. When I ceased to write about for I also stopped writing for myself. That is the most potent and also precarious change that occurred since my birth as a blogger.

You will undoubtedly notice the subtle sentiments of cynicism that have crept into my conscious and affected my writing. Unfortunately I cannot be a bubble of bliss and as a result I am not immune to the malevolent effects of negativity. My thoughts lean to a more serious scale but I’m slowly realizing that, that Is a result of the cycle of maturity. Old age is not always the oligarch

This is indeed a sign, the reality has arrived and reformation is long overdue.

In answer to my earlier enigma: I write in order to fuel the components that form the fiber of my being. My essence can be captured in the fine print of my mind’s musings. I write for me. I write for you. I write for me. I write because I love to and that is all the justification I need.

_Quixotic Novelist

PS: to all my loyal readers, consider this a love letter of our time together. You may notice the names of majority of my posts have been weaved into the aforementioned words. I’m always writing with the hopes of having a positive impact on your mind but today I’m granting you access and insight into my mind! Thank you for all the support and well wishes, I commit to being a more regular and “real” blogger