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| Jordan and her ghostwriter Rebecca Farnworth |
This
week’s theme, ‘literary fiction vs commercial fiction’, has the potential to be
dangerous. It has the potential to evoke great mists of anger. And, contained
within these mists are small glass orbs of sulphuric acid, suspended by nothing
more than strings of self-restraint...
One
word is capable of making me run for the scissors. One name makes me want to
cut the strings, cause the fragile orbs to fall and allow the acid to burn
massive holes through titles such as Angel,
Crystal and Sapphire. These are not the writings of a spiritual hippie on a
path of enlightenment – if they were, I would probably hate them a little less –
but rather they are (just a few of) the “novels” “by” Katie (aka Jordan) Price.
*The
presence of scare quotes around both ‘novels’ and ‘by’ is deliberate and
completely justified. I refuse to state, acknowledge or use the literal meaning
of these two words when placed in the same context as said page three model for
the following reasons:
1)
A ‘novel’ is generally thought to mean: an invented prose narrative that is
usually long and complex – and I don’t believe for one minute that Jordan is
capable of writing anything longer or more complex than a shopping list.
(Please make sure that all hate mail uses correct grammar and punctuation.
Thank you.)
2)
The preposition ‘by’ can be employed to indentify the agent performing the
action, e.g. a novel [written] by Tolstoy. Therefore, given
that Jordan has a ghostwriter, I would argue that it is not correct to write: a novel written by Katie Price, given
that she hasn’t actually engaged in the act of writing (her ghostwriter has).
However, despite this fact, I will continue to
allow her to be the object of my disdain...
...Because
it’s difficult to make voodoo dolls of the unknown, spectre –like, Rebecca
Farnworth.
...Because
publishers accept a name before they accept a manuscript.
...Because
our celebrity obsessed society insists on buying a name rather than a novel.
...Because
we value fame over talent.
...Because
bookshops merely roll over and indulge immature palates.
...Because
I walked into Tesco in 2009*, and saw Sapphire
“by” Katie Price placed at number one in the book charts – and despaired.
*It
was also on this same night, in Tesco, that I decided to rewrite the charts.
Removing all of Jordan’s “books” and replacing them with Ian McEwan’s On Chisel Beach (which was number fifteen
in the charts).
For
me, the literary verse commercial fiction battle will only ever result in one
winner. Literary fiction is literature
that has the ability to last – to be read, enjoyed and sought years, decades, even
centuries after the author has died. I very much doubt that the “novels” of
Jordan will survive the test of time, and if they do then maybe society really
is doomed.
But for now, the “novels” “by” Katie Price will remain as a pet hate; they are
that one thing that I really wish I could throw into the Room 101.
Thank you for reading,
Lar
Lar