Bloody 'Creative Writing' Courses
After finishing Jolono's 'East End Butcher Boy,' which I highly recommend by the way, I’ve just started another book about a couple who head out to Tenerife to buy a bar. It’s a book that I quite fancy, having lived four years on the Algarve and witnessed one Johnny-come-lately after another buying or renting bars and thinking they were going to be millionaires by the end of the season.
The book starts in a fish market in Bolton, but I’ve found myself drifting away as I’m reading it because of the bloody writing. I have to keep going back to check on what I’ve just read. Take this for an example;
“Brass wall lights topped with cocked green shades cast the room in a sickly pallor throwing sallow circles of light onto the once-white wallpaper now jaundiced through decades of low-grade tobacco.”
He’s just walked in a shitty pub.
However it reads like he’s just finished a ‘Creative Writing’ course and the trouble with these courses is that they don’t teach you how to write so you ‘capture’ the reader and give him no alternative but to keep turning the page.
I’ll let you know if I ever get to finish this book.