The Christa Worthington murder was in the news recently, and it made me recall the time Elizabeth Applebaum sent me a book to read called about the crime called Invisible Eden: A Story of Love and Murder on Cape Cod by Maria Flook.
Elizabeth didn't tell me what she thought of it, so I took it on vacation and started to read it. Well, this book was so bad, it was unbelievable; I had to throw it across the room a couple of times in frustration before I finally gave up reading it. Elizabeth hated it too, and we felt so strongly about how awful it was that we put horrible reviews on the book's Amazon site. Then people would come on and argue with our reviews saying 'experts' had loved the book so we must be wrong, then we would go and write additional reviews to try and drag the number of stars down so no one else would spend good money on tripe like that.
One reviewer who agreed with us on Amazon said:
I'm only several chapters into this book, and though the story is interesting, I can't believe the poor level of writing. Does this author write cheap romances? A few examples speak for themselves:
"...he captained her onto the pillowy pier of her Posturpedic."
(I was ready to drop the book after reading that one)
"Casanovia college boys, their surfboards strapped onto their cars like fiberglass codpieces..."
(this allusion makes no sense at all, you do not strap a codpiece on a roof, it would more resemble the "bras" on sportscars. Now if she had said fiberglass phaluses it would be bad, but at least closer)
Only 375 pages to go.
Flook however "rejects any criticism as to what's true in the book, and what's speculation. For instance, there's a scene that Flook describes between Worthington and her mother, both of whom are dead. There's another scene where Ava sees a mouse when her mother's body is on the floor.
"This is what writers do," says Flook. "They dramatize scenes to create a 'felt-life,' in fiction and in non-fiction."
And finally, a man was arrested and convicted for the crime who was never even mentioned in her book, so what was the point of all that?
You can see what you think of it yourself if you want. You can get the book on Amazon now for about 45 cents.
Background info:
Christa Worthington (1956 – 6 January 2002) was a United States fashion writer who worked for Women's Wear Daily, Cosmopolitan, ELLE, Harper's Bazaar, and the New York Times. She was also a co-author of several books on fashion.
Worthington was raped and stabbed to death at her home in Truro, Massachusetts (on Cape Cod). Her body was found on January 6, 2002, with her two-year-old daughter, Ava, clinging to her body. The child was unharmed.
Sunday, 27 April 2008
He captained her onto the pillowy pier of her Posturpedic
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Thanks for the recommendation (caveat?)! Now just me personally, I LOVE Execrable Writing---the worse the better! I mean, when one reads Tolstoy or Jane Austen, one gets irritable and depressed, thinking, "I could never write like that if you put a gun to my head!" But snuggle in bed with a glass of wine and a good ol' stinkbomb like Ms. Flook's oeuvre, and life looks bright again! "Hey, if SHE can get pubished, I bet I could be the next John Grisham!" one thinks happily. (The fact that these ambitions are never undergirded by anything so practical as, say, actually sitting down and writing a chapter is irrelevant.)
Elizabeth, your ever-thoughtful bro once sent me a novel he'd bought at the Vicksburg library booksale. Well, it wasn't exactly a book with covers---it was just the manuscript on typing paper. I don't remember the title nor author, but he/she had a line I loved: "She was this poor boy's lustful fantasy, and also a rich fella's wife."
So, filled with inspiration, I decided I'd write something. Not a whole book---oh gracious think of all the time that'd take!---but a country-western song. Those lyricists can make good money!
I'll send it to you in a private e-mail if I can find it in the cobwebby catacombs of my 'sent' file. And if some impresario in Nashville should happen to see it, and offer me a big contract, why, I'll buy you all the Indian beer your little tum-tum can handle!
Thanks for a delightful morning post.
I agree. Edith Wharton is depressing me as I could never write like her. She should be more famous. I'm really enjoying the Age of Innocence.
If you enjoy *Age of Innocence,* try one of her lesser-known novels, *The Glimpses of the Moon.* Wow! I can't believe Merchant/Ivory (are they still around?) never made a period-piece movie based on that one. My daughter tried to interest me in *Custom of the Country* but for some reason that one didn't grab me---maybe it was the main character's name that put me off---Undine Spragg. Right up there with Ayn Rand's Dagney Taggart in The Ugly Heroine Name department.
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