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A fluffy AP piece framed around some regurgitated flack copy for his new book starts off with some interesting observations by the big man on campus himself, Mr. John Grisham.
“I’m not sure where that line goes between literature and popular fiction,” the mega-selling author says. “I can assure you I don’t take myself serious enough to think I’m writing literary fiction and stuff that’s going to be remembered in 50 years. I’m not going to be here in 50 years; I don’t care if I’m remembered or not. It’s pure entertainment.”
Grisham is happy to write what he hopes is “a high-quality popular fiction.” But that matters not to fans, who gobble every word.
I like his attitude. Hmm. Sounds reasonable and intelligent. Maybe I should buy that book and give it a…WHAT THE!? Someone chain me to the mast until we pass these islands!!
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February 20th, 2008 at 7:43 pm
I think this is great. He understands his place in history and has no problem discussing it. He’s a best selling author who is, point blank, saying he wants to entertain and entertain only. If there’s a place in this world for movies like Fools Gold and cd’s like Baby One More Time, then there should be a place for The Innocent Man. What the hell. The worst is when writers of Grisham’s, um, ability, seem to think they are creating great works of art.
February 21st, 2008 at 11:57 am
In the wake of Dan Brown, i read a book about the descendant’s of Jesus, through Mary Magdalene. The author felt that she was a member of that line, and had a psychic connection to Mary… That’s three hours of my life I’ll never get back. You gotta like Grisham’s honesty.