The past few years have been spent reading some pretty heavy stuff. I decided to lighten it up a little and read something more modern, up to date and “pop”. I carefully chose two books that sounded promising, Where the Crawdad Sing by Delia Owens and The Horse Whisper by Nicholas Evans. Both held promise of a worthwhile read.
Both books held the potential of greatness, each in its own way. Yet both, while beautifully written with real insight, contained unnecessary gratuitous and graphic sexual descriptions. The kinds of stuff one used to have to buy from a seedy and disgusting “adult” bookstore back in the 70’s.
These incidents served no purpose to the story other than to destroy the work. All the great classic books of the past managed to relate uplifting and important issues to the reader without pornographic scenes. Two potentially great books were unnecessarily destroyed.
I’m glad we can read Uncle Tom’s Cabin, How Green was My Valley, The Yearling, O Pioneers and other great books without the filth thrown in.
Both books held the potential of greatness, each in its own way. Yet both, while beautifully written with real insight, contained unnecessary gratuitous and graphic sexual descriptions. The kinds of stuff one used to have to buy from a seedy and disgusting “adult” bookstore back in the 70’s.
These incidents served no purpose to the story other than to destroy the work. All the great classic books of the past managed to relate uplifting and important issues to the reader without pornographic scenes. Two potentially great books were unnecessarily destroyed.
I’m glad we can read Uncle Tom’s Cabin, How Green was My Valley, The Yearling, O Pioneers and other great books without the filth thrown in.
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