Is This The World’s Best Bad Writer?
It’s an excitingly rich field that started with William McGonagall and has reached itsÂ ne plus ultra with the wonderful, appalling ‘Sherry Silver’. Her prose is so staggeringly inept that I’ve sort of fallen in love with her, as I did with Jacqueline Suzanne and Dan Brown. Ms Silver sounds like a perfectly nice, normal kind of person. She bakes cakes (and publishes the recipes), goes running (and publishes the distances), has health issues (and publishes the diagnoses), keeps house (and publishes her dryer settings, and details of her mildew-resistant shower curtain).
If Ms Silver has a problem it’s that she can’t stop publishing. Because, like so many other perfectly nice American ladies she publishes her own romantic novels.Â She’s available on every format, and I urge you to buy one, because you’ll want to read every page aloud to friends.
First things first – she somehow mangles the titles. ‘Fully Involved Fire’ doesn’t seem a great title to me because it makes no sense. But as we’ll see, that’s the least of Sherry’s worries.
Next, she makes you uncomfortable with her theme; The book is about Johnny Newman, New York’s sexiest bachelor firemanÂ – and 9/11. See, you’re uncomfortable already.
I can’t go into the plot construction because I simple wouldn’t know where to begin, but you needn’t worry too much about that because the prose will keep you from ever wondering about a plot. Here are a few samples;
“I brought you a turkey with Swiss on white. From Vinnieâ€™s.â€ Johnny Newman placed the sandwich and a half pint of skim milk on the rough granite tombstone. Squatting, he ran his soot-stained hand over the lettering.Â His eyes halted on the Maltese cross. He bowed his head and crossed himself.Â â€œTwo years ago today, Brandon. We found youâ€¦your hand.â€ He cleared his throat as he fought the saline escaping from both eyes. â€œSusanâ€™s okay now. Man, it was bad on her. She wanted to join you. We had to do an intervention. She spent a couple weeks in the hospital. Your mom and I, we took turns staying with her when she got back home.Â Anyhow, I just wanted to bring you the sandwich. I havenâ€™t eaten at Vinnieâ€™s anymore sinceâ€¦â€ He exhaled.
See what she did there? The introduction of a big theme, and back to the sandwich. But she writes more snappily in that style, to wit;
â€œHere you go, a package from your dead cousin.â€ The bespectacled letter carrier leered at Susan as he talked to her breasts.
Her pulse raced as she rifled through her junk drawer.
With a knot in her stomach, Susan deleted the spam.
She inhaled deeply while plopping down in a chair at the table.
Here one character tries to work out the date. â€œLetâ€™s see nowâ€¦Melody disappeared on the fourth of July, so it must have been on the eighth that I started calling you. She went out to pick up some Chinese food and never came back.’
Sherry likes to save time by combining several bits of information for you;Â Wiping her fresh teardrops away, she let the seventy-pound puppy out through the sliding glass door in the kitchen that led to the fenced back yard.
Meanwhile, Johnny drops off some flowers unexpectedly, introducing that subject.
The tall and buff auburn haired hunk handed her a bouquet of white lilies. â€œNot a problem. Howâ€™d it go at the soup kitchen yesterday?â€
Susan smiled. â€œThese are for me?â€
â€œThank you. Whatâ€™s the occasion?â€ As soon as sheâ€™d asked the question, she realized it was two years ago today that theyâ€™d found Brandonâ€™s remains in the smoldering rubble of Tower One. â€œOhâ€”thatâ€™s right.â€
She thinks for a second about her husband.Â â€œLast Thanksgiving was much easier. It was good being around the other volunteers. But I never want to see another yam ever again.â€
This, I must stress, is all from the opening chapter. Her other books make for equally wonderful line readings.
Benjamin Franklin gazed compassionately from the bloody hundred dollar bill floating near Miss Chloe Lambertâ€™s breasts.
Eleanor Roosevelt gingerly peeled back the delicate folds of taffeta and yanked the gun out.
Shivering at the sight, Chloe brooded over her mission and strategy. She gently replaced the arm on the mummy closest to her.Â Mummy! Yuck.Â It appeared to fit. Now noticing the thousand-dollar bill, her mind kicked into analytical gear.
Here’s the synopsis for ‘Inappropriate’.
Sandra is attending a writers conference aboard private rail cars. It was organized by the wife of a popular televangelist. The writers are traveling alongside devout Christians on their cross-country crusade. Sandra’s loving but hyper-critical mother has finagled a ticket to ride. The morning before departure, Sandra finds a dead sailor on the beach. On the train, Sandra must keep her lips off Lieutenant Hottie and unmask the murderer before another soul derails. All aboard!Â
We can learn a lot from this sort of thing. Here’s Sherry’s succinct explorations of character.
Matilda was of Chinese, Aborigine and probably English prison camp origin.
Elderly body builder Bicep Betty, of yellow polka dot bikini fame, reposed directly across from me snapping her black bubble gum. Every book she wrote was full of kink and husband homicide. No wonder she was an old maid and had a cult following.
Actually, it’s very hard to write badly and get it right. You must give equal weight to everything, a death, a sandwich, a mummy, a hairstyle, a chair, and preferably combine them all in one sentence. Don’t research, use the thesaurus on your laptop. Anyone can write; you just put down a bunch of words. Sherry certainly doesn’t commit the sin of being boring. I want to know more about Matilda, and how the heroine spotted she was of Chinese, Aborigine and English prison camp origin. And I want to know what an English prison camp is.
In ‘A Monkey Among Crocodiles’, Brian Thompson explored the life of Mrs Georgina Weldon, an American writer who acted as a kind of reverse muse to anyone she touched while churning out a spectacular amount of printed matter. Perhaps Ms Silver is her present day incarnation. There are thousands of people out there just like her, and why shouldn’t they write for their own pleasure? The difference is that Sherry is eager to share it with the world, and is available right now alongside Harper Lee and Charles Dickens online, where everyone is equal.