So far, Fifty Shades of Grey has sold in 100 millions copies worldwide. Film adaptation (out this Valentine’s weekend) makes people queue for the tickets. So many people can’t be wrong, can they?
E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey (2011) is rather a commercial than a literary success. The erotic novel which originated as a fan fiction to Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight saga, is a poor representative of a genre.
Trivia: Sir Salman Rushdie managed to go only through a couple of pages of Fifty Shades of Grey: “I’ve never read anything so badly written that got published. It made Twilight look like War and Peace” (source).
The plot in brief: a young student, Ana Steele, gets fascinated by a successful businessman from Seattle – Christian Grey, whom she interviewed for a college newspaper. The entrepreneur starts a BDSM game/relationship with Ana, luring her with gifts (such as first copies of Thomas Hardy’s Tess of d’Urbervilles), and tries to convince her to sign a dominant/submissive conract.
An irony is that Hardy’s novel is subtitled: A Pure Woman Faithfully Presented – something that E.L. James’ attempted to do and completely failed at. I’m sorry to say this, but the best thing about the novel is its title.
Take a look at my Fifty Shades of Grey (and Steel[e])