The face of delusion. Creepy as hell.
Nicholas Sparks. My friend and I have an inside joke about him. One of us says his name. Then we spontaneously start laughing. But really. If you’re ever feeling a bit down, just read one of his interviews. Sparks might just be the most deluded person in the history of literature. I have a terrible suspicion his ego increases exponentially as his paychecks increase, which means his head is going to implode any time now. Seriously. Stop buying this man’s crap. You’re feeding a horrible monster of delusion.
I’ll start you off easy. This man doesn’t think he writes romance novels. He thinks he writes “love stories”. The difference being something nonsensical like “people read romance novels for predictability and love stories to be surprised”, his novels, of course, falling into the latter category. Gag. I think he has a case of the Jodi Picoults: he’s completely unwilling to recognize that what he writes is commercial drivel seeing as his books sell as if they’re going out of style (oh, they’re classics all right), meaning he must therefore be a literary genius worthy of like, EIGHTY Pulitzers.
In an in interview with USA Today, Sparkzilla proved he is only becoming douchier by the minute. This is what he had to say about one of his colleagues. One who’s actually good. Who actually won a Pultizer (and was very worthy of it):
“Cormac McCarthy? “Horrible,” he says, looking at Blood Meridian. “This is probably the most pulpy, overwrought, melodramatic cowboy vs. Indians story ever written.”
Ladies and gentlemen – the Dunning–Kruger effect in action. I really wonder if the interviewer was able to keep a straight face. I think I’d literally be ROLFing.
Sparkzilla just kept the good stuff coming. The interviewer asked him what he liked in his own genre. Are you ready for the response?
“There are no authors in my genre. No one is doing what I do.” Are you kidding me?? EVERYONE is doing what you do! Romance novels are the most frequently purchased books of ANY genre! Oh, sorry. Love stories. Sparks writes love stories. Allow the esteemed author to explain (I don’t recommend reading this after any large meal) :
“I write in a genre that was not defined by me. The examples were not set out by me. They were set out 2,000 years ago by Aeschylus, Sophocles and Euripides . They were called the Greek tragedies….What is the purpose of what I do? These are love stories. They went from (Greek tragedies), to Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, then Jane Austen did it, put a new human twist on it. Hemingway did it with A Farewell To Arms.“
Am I the only one who imagines he was masturbating to the sound of his own voice as he said that?
But here’s the really good part. Sparks and the interviewer were apparently walking through a bookstore while conducting the interview. At one point, Sparks pulls out a copy of A Farewell to Arms and compares himself to Hemingway:
“Good stuff. That’s what I write” … “That’s what I write.”
Bahahahhahaha! If Hemingway was alive to hear that, he’d falcon punch Nicholas Sparks so hard he’d forget what a fucking book was!
Please. Someone summon the ghost of Hemingway. It would be the literary showdown of the century. Jodi Picoult could be in Sparks’s corner. Papa H would probably be so friggin’ mad he’d have the strength of ten Picoults. But I’d let him have some weapons or something. An angry bull, maybe. I’ve read Hemingway used to carry Ava Gardner’s kidney stone in a necklace. I’d let him use that too. Quite possibly the classiest way of strangling douchebags. Team Ernest!
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