Dreck
November 15, 2007
Paraphrased dialog from the commercial for the film “Hit Man”.
Hit Man: Where I come from they didn’t give us names. Just numbers.
Woman: What was your number?
Hit Man: 47.
That, my friends, is the clip they’re using.
That is the clip they’re using.
That was the sample dialog. That is supposed to …
Never mind. The whole movie is about watching things get blown up. What-ever.
So I’ve got this really bad habit of reading other people’s books. I don’t mean borrowing them or even wandering off with them when people put them down. I mean when I’m on the bus, if someone near me is reading and I can see the pages, I’ll read what I can.
People read some real crap.
You’d think after this happening a few times I’d learn my lesson and not do that. But no. I was doing it again tonight and it was just dreadful.
“Are you leaving already?” Peter asked.
“I’m leaving already,” Blaine said.
“That was a short trip,” Peter said.
“I know,” Blaine said.
“Is this about Maggie?” Ted asked.
“This is about Maggie.” Blaine said.
Wow. Just… wow.
3 Responses to “Dreck”
Welcome to my world, where people read stuff like that and then discuss it all afternoon across my cubicle.
By mim on Nov 15, 2007
“What is it about Maggie?”
“I don’t know what it is about Maggie.”
ad nauseum….
I’m so sorry, just being in the same room with material like that should have other novels growing legs and bludgeon like arms to toss that shite into a paper shredder. You can be a boring writer, but at least make me want to read the book. Make it a classic. Unless the goal is to make people sick, this dialouge is bad spanish soap operas to the Nth degree.
By daffyd on Nov 16, 2007
I think the moment you have to call your novel “TITLE: A Novel” you’re in trouble.
By The Ninth on Nov 16, 2007