Review: Reads Like a Winner of the Bulwer-Lytton Writing Contest
Rating: 1 out of 5
Date: 03 22, 2014
Who's Bulwer-Lytton you ask? Here's the best known example:“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.” — Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830) --And these are from Gregory Jonathan Scott:"He prepared the wooden bat above his right shoulder, preparing himself to take on the fireball that's about to be launched in his direction.""For a split second Gabriel stopped breathing and felt his heart bang within his chest, pushing erratic thuds of thunder hard against his eardrums.""When the inspirational song came to an end, an enormous explosion raced through the stadium like the firing of an old time musket, followed by bright white fireworks that sprayed toward the sky, painting a glistening wall of light behind the all-male band."There was no editor for this book which can be confirmed by the frequent misuse of language. Such as:"All the breezy ridicule was oblivious to Gabriel.""He was too busy dreaming of meeting the boy up stairs." (not upstairs)" ...and the setting sun that hovered low in the distance found its way over the highest row of seats in the grand stand, ..." (not grandstand)."Noticeable flamboyancy escaped Trey's mouth."The rest of the, ... um ... uniqueness I'll let you discover for your self. I simply could not continue.