Are any of these shit-lit authors genuinely good writers?
Some of my favorite authors were marxists when they were younger and then, you know, grew up.
From my OP list, the only one I can think of that's actually produced anything of quality is Jodi Picoult. Some people like her, some don't, but she does a brisk business- and I don't think it's a coincidence that she's known for writing a variety of topics, rather than making social justice her brand.
And to the best of my knowledge, most of the authors in my list are well into adulthood, with the exception of (I think, finding birth dates was tricky) Amanda Lovelace and
possibly Christina Dalcher.
Oh, fun fact: The one author I
did find a concrete birthday for was Ariel Gore, the
Hexing the Patriarchy chick.
She is 49 years old.
Back when in 2016 I decided to go back to school, but sinice I was a dumbass rebel in high school and didn't take my SAT and retaking it made me somehow fail it, I was forced to take remedial classes.
Mathclass was fine but in English they made us read this Diary of a Wimpy Kid ripoff called "Diary of a Part-Time Indian"
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Book was fucking awful, the protaganist is a self insert of the author who whines about being weak and a genetic dead end with water brain and stuttering and resents being smart and white people.
the first chapter is him opening up to how he loves masturbating and that tringles turn him on.
View attachment 1161071 I don't know what was worse, that this was considered a kid's book or that we were supposed to read what's essentially a kid's book in a remedial course because "it's easier for people who don't speak English as a second language".
The author was also a big Hillary shill back in the election.
I read this one. I'll give Sherman Alexie credit in that he did put some decent humor into the book at a lot of points, but the "poor pity me" attitude pervasive throughout the whole thing was grating. He's got enough talent as a writer that the black-and-white thinking in this book was just... Just a bad contrast. I actually read this before ever encountering the Social Justice movement (it was published in 2007, I read it maybe in 2011) and so it didn't ping my bullshit radar quite as hard as it would nowadays.
At the end (it has been
years, forgive me if I'm not remembering this right), the main character wins a basketball(?) tournament for his White School team, beating the Native Basketball team, and he feels bad about it because "The Native Americans are always getting beaten and I just contributed to another beating!" or something to that effect. That
was one part that flagged as bullshit in Younger Quokka's mind: Like, why are they entitled to a victory just because their
people have been beaten before? What, you pity them so they deserve to win?
Seriously? I also hated the fact that the narrative reinforces the idea that the main character is a traitor for going to a white school and playing on their basketball team. Wow: Crabs in a bucket, great. It was a fucked up mentality to endorse in a book aimed at kids.
Besides all that, basketball is not a game played with equipment (beyond a ball, anyway), it's played primarily with skill and coaching. I'm not super familiar with the sport, but to my understanding, iff you're making the time, as a team, to practice and hone your playing skills, then it shouldn't
matter if those white kids come from a better school with more money and privilege. Git gud or go home.