Haha, what a cheesy title for a blog! But cheesiness is this phrase’s most minor offence. It’s also been used, I have learned from hovering over Kindle/Nook readers on the train, as the most private of places for a woman.
An avid reader, I have long been fascinated with the advent of the e-book and, before recently getting one myself, was drawn to people on the train using them. And just like when the person next to you is spreading their newspaper onto your lap on the train, one can’t help but eye-wig on a neighbor’s reading—especially if one has forgotten their own, obviously superior, reading material. e-books are no different, and perhaps attract even more personal space invasion. Curiosity is not only for the device itself, but for what the person has bought and downloaded onto their crystal clear, easy to read (even from a distance) screen. (As a side note, a woman recently snapped her newspaper shut in disgust at my invading eyes on the subway. I was so hurt!)
So for the last few weeks, I’ve been hovering over any e-book in my immediate vicinity, and have observed a most fascinating result: of the ten or so people I have space invaded, at least eight have been reading romance novels (aka: soft porn!). The first time I glanced across the words “triangle of love” (followed by penetration, repeatedly, by a [insert: manhood, love sword, pulsating member]) resulting in WAVES and WAVES of ecstasy (apparently in romance novels, the multiple orgasm is not a myth), I blushed to the gills. WTF? This is what my grandmother enjoyed reading all of these years? No wonder you couldn’t pry Daniel Steele out of her hands! Mildly disturbed and slightly intrigued, I quickly glanced away, lest I be caught reading the racy text by the reader who is clearly in a ‘private moment’. But this was not a one-off event, and in the days that followed, I kept seeing more and more people reading romance, and more and more triangles of love being infiltrated! Weird but true. NYC commuters LOVE their trashy lovefest novels!
But why would anyone want to read romance novels? They’re terribly written, cliché ridden (he was as hard as a rock), hopelessly chauvinistic (the feisty young woman always being tamed by the rugged, demanding man)—or so I’ve been told. I guess I wrongly assumed that for someone to shell out the near $300 bucks for an e-book (or more if you are so savvy and hip as to get the iPad), they must be readers of a certain level of taste and quality. Well, my conclusion is that it’s an escape like anything else—like bad TV. How can I scoff at pervy prose when I watched Rock of Love season 1, 2 and 3 for shitsake.
Now that I have my own Nook, and am the victim of other space invaders hovering to get an eyeful, I feel even more obligated to only read good literature or classics. Nobody is going to get their cheap five minute commute fix off my Nook! And FYI: yes, it does annoy me when people hover over my shoulder (ever the hypocrite), but since getting the newspaper slammed shut in my face last week, I’ve been ensuring that I share, and always position my book just so, so that my neighbor can enjoy a little Wharton on their way to work.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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Romance novels, despite widespread criticism, are amongst the most popular and best selling genres in western literature. Sure, they lack things like 'good writing' and 'originality'.. but they make up for that with an abundance of 'smut'. And, because of the high demand for pornography concealed within a 'novel' so middle aged women can get their rocks off, I've decided to pen my own romance novel.
ReplyDeleteHere is an excerpt from my upcoming book "Love in the Times of Ecolera'
'I caught her naughty stare from across the dance floor. The hypnotic, sensual sounds of Celine Dion were pounding out of the clubs speakers and into my soul, causing me to gyrate my body wildly, as if I didn't have a center of gravity. I could tell she was into me... now, if I could only get 'into her'. The 3 pills of ecstasy had finally kicked in and I was flying high. I danced my way through the crowded dance floor to where she was standing. "What can I get you?" she asked. Mmm a pleaser. Already she is ready to do her masters bidding. "I can smell your pheromones" I whisper. "Excuse me?" she hissed. A feisty one. Even better. I wipe the sweat off my forehead as I continue dancing. "Listen, there are a lot of people waiting for drinks so I'm going to have to ask you to move aside." At that point I realized that she worked for the club, and that her desires for me were restrained by the constraints of her job. It all made sense as to why she wasn't already jumping my bone. "The establishment wins this time m'lady. However, I would like to be there when you 'get off'." And with that gem of a line, I spin around, dance my way back to the middle of the floor and let the music fill me with euphoria as I dance the night away...'
writer, can you download the last comment to your Nook? It will give people something spicy to read over your shoulder! They'll be begging for you to turn the electronic page!
ReplyDeleteFirst of all: when I used public transportation I didn't mind people taking a look at my newspaper/book. Why would I worry? Isn't it an exercise of extreme selfishness to do what that woman did? I think I would have thrown her a penny to pay for the few lines of her newpaper I had stolen her, so she could see how ridiculous she was. Unless she was reading that kind of trash you are talking about: then I would tell her she shouldn't worry, that I just was lookinf for sthg interesting to read, and that was not at all intelectualy stimulating...
ReplyDeleteSecond point: Amy, yes, you should read only good literature. Scare your fellow travelers with good books! Maybe someone, someday, will try to read a real book!
Amy, you got an e-book reader thingie! I have also been wondering... It makes sense to read "embarrassing" books on that. No one can judge it by its cover (unless they're like "She got a NOOK instead of a KINDLE!? Puh-lease!"). Josep, you have to admit that people here are also private readers -- so many COVER their books (even paperbacks) in paper, like I did with my textbooks as a kid so we could protect them, and write things like "Jana Lia + Scott Baio TLA" on them. (I also had a big thing for Greg Evigan, but thought that might be too obscure a reference for some...)
ReplyDeleteI used to read Danielle Steel books when I was about 13 to 16. Friends and I would jokingly make up our own romance stories. Once I found out my then-80-something-year-old grandmother also read them, we'd sometimes talk about them. Her observation: "Do you ever notice they always talk a lot about their eyes?: 'She had deep blue eyes that pierced his soul'." etc. My observation: "How come no women in these books ever knows she's pregnant till she passes out in a supermarket and has to be rushed to the hospital to find out she's seven months in?"
Obviously now I only read translations of 18th-century Russian novelists, and Camus, Borges, Marquz, Murakami and Allende in their original versions, but ever since I found out my sister-in-law's sister was an editor for Harlequin right there in NYC, I've been trying to hit her up for work. Dream job!!
I have no interest in newspapers unless it belongs to someone else on the train. Suddenly I have to know what the headline is all about, and crane my neck and contort my body to get a strategic view.
ReplyDeleteE-readers...why? What's wrong with a paper book?
Surely you can't beat the convenience and tactile pleasure of a normal book?