that book Freedom

To completely destructure this blog right at the start, I'll write about a book instead of a movie. A few years ago I saw some prominent reviews in different newspapers about Freedom. As far as I knew, it was the first book to be published since the last Harry Potter. It's been long enough now that nice hard copies of it have trickled down to the sales shelves at libraries for like $2. I bought a copy last year ($2) and read the first 60 or so pages. Today I was stuck at the library and saw it on the shelf and killed a little time with it while I ate a bagel. What a stupid book. I hate New Yorker fiction. The author, in line with my criticism of comedy actors in my last post, is not involved in the lives of his characters. He's a creep, he leers at them, but he doesn't truly care. The single best word to describe the book is: gossip. Sarcastic, sentimental, safe, and ultimately it exists for the author to prove something about himself. I particularly don't like know-it-all authors. Creating a character is very difficult, but it's too easy to say "She was this kind of person," as if you can talk about "kinds" of people and not be an asshole.