E.L. James Human Centipedes Herself With Grey

25 Jun

grey-el-james_0Oh, how I missed Christian Grey. His stoic intensity, his impeccable suit collection, his way with small words. His twisted cliche of a past and complacent cliche of a future. His contempt for normal relationships and yet powerlessness in the face of the most boring woman on earth. His playroom. His NDA. His overtly metaphorical hatred of being touched.

If there’s anything we’ve learned about E.L. James in the four years since the runaway success of Fifty Shades of GreyFifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed—125 million sold and counting!—it’s that there is zero shame in her game. At one point in 2012, James was reportedly making $1.34 million a week from the series, and rumors of her aggressive presence on the set of the Fifty Shades of Grey movie suggest she’s come a long way from the bemused passivity that typified those early days after FSOG took off. James is the repressed housewife’s J.K. Rowling, living proof that in the age of the blockbuster—movie, album, even book—a rising tide lifts all boats. Like, any boat.

Given Fifty Shades’ ascendancy, it’s little surprise that James has revived the now well-worn tale of elusive sadist millionaire Christian Grey and his (spoiler) semi-submissive-turned-wife, Anastasia Steele. That revival comes in the form of Grey, a retelling of the inaugural FSOG from Christian’s perspective (the original, for those of you with better things to do, was from Anastasia’s). In so many ways, Grey was inevitable—as inevitable as Rowling’s The Tales of Beetle the Bard—because when something clicks with the public, we beat it to death with adoration and replication until it becomes banal in the vast landscape of doppelgangers we’ve created. After all, we are the species that created eight Fast & Furious movies. 

Still, I have long been a defender of James, primarily because I find it silly to hate on the prosaic abilities of a woman who self-published Twilight fan fiction (to belabor the point, that’s fiction inspired by Twilight). Which isn’t to say that I think James is a good writer, or that it’s somehow politically incorrect to mock the fact that she isn’t. Just that I always found the Fifty Shades books to be intellectually in sync with what they are: mindless erotica. The characters are wax-paper thin, the dialogue stilted and the cliches abundant. The only scenes into which James seems to have put any effort are the sex scenes, which are nevertheless cringe-worthy. But to expect anything of the Fifty Shades books beyond what they provide is to be fundamentally at odds with what one was signing up for, sort of like listening to Ke$ha and expecting Bach…watching Cops and expecting The Wire…eating Hot Pockets and expecting filet mignon.

Still, it would be fair to suggest that James has had time to catch up. She couldn’t become the next Updike or Miller or Roth, but she could certainly have used her success to elevate her own ability. WELP. Sadly, though perhaps forgivably, Grey is evidence that there has been no such elevation. While James was admittedly hamstrung by the amateur ministrations of her 2011 first novel, including its painful dialogue, no one could accuse her of having used the intervening years to learn how to write.

Oh, but to be inside Christian’s mind! The bulk of the first three books was so oppressively devoted to Anastasia’s inner monologue that it’s difficult not to associate the very concept of Fifty Shades with her demure and irritatingly vacuous personality, her lip-biting coquettishness and faux feminism, her whole gee-golly what’s a butt-plug persona. (I mean honestly honey, sound it out.)

And yet one has to assume James meant us to take some positive message from Anastasia’s tiresome perspective, whether that’s as highbrow as “love works in mysterious ways” or as lowbrow as “get your freak on.” Perhaps she wants us to assume that Ana has unseen—or in this case, undisclosed inside her own head—substance. Or perhaps the message is that no matter your personality flaws—shit, even if you don’t have a personality—there might still be an affecting and (benignly) sexually troubled millionaire out there just waiting to fall in love with you. In Grey, we discover it may be simpler than all that. The truth is that two bland people happened to meet and start a relationship with all the emotional depth of Barbie and Ken’s.

Not that Grey lacks anatomy (heh). Rather, one of the most overt differences between FSOG/FSD/FSF and James’s latest is the overwhelming presence of Christian’s penis. In Grey, Christian and his penis are engaged in constant conversation, the latter reminding the former of his attractions, or concurring with his fantasies, or surprising him with its steadfast resolve in the face of—gasp—vanilla sex. Together, Christian and his penis are a veritable True Detective Season 3, a dynamic best illustrated by the moment in which Christian makes formal introductions:

“Lifting my hips, I grab my cock. ‘I want you to become well acquainted, on first-name terms, if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.'”

The unveiling of Christian’s personality, much like that of his member, is also rather grating at first. What comes across in Fifty Shades of Grey as a mysterious aloofness reveals itself in Grey to be sometimes aggressive sexism, and not just in the boudoir. Christian is contemptuous of most people, and dismissive of most women—with the exception, in fairness, of his No. 2 at work, Ros—and a solid 75% of his thoughts for the first half of Grey have to do with Anastasia’s T or A, or with daydreams of some way in which he would change her given the chance.

But of course this early Christian is only meant to cast the later one in relief, and as the book progresses we do discover Christian’s softer, or at least deeper, side—in jerky amateurish revelations like: “In the bathroom I take a deep breath, strip, and climb into the shower. I’m half tempted to jerk off, but the familiar fear of discovery and disclosure, from an earlier time in my life, stops me.” We see Christian experience himself falling for Anastasia, which is mostly romantic thoughts followed by What the hell, Grey? or Get a grip, Grey. (Indeed, one can’t help but feel that Christian’s conscience manifests as neither a devil or angel, but rather as a certain cherished appendage.) And we also see Christian’s side of the original book’s many sex scenes, which are narrated with lines like “I pay homage to each of her nipples” and “I continue my lascivious assault.” Grey is ultimately to FSOG what Christian is to Anastasia—a soul mate in insipidity.

Whatever E.L. James does from here, Fifty Shades will always be a curse for her—an extremely financially rewarding curse. James is these books; they are her, and it’s entirely likely that she will only ever be known for having penned something hugely popular and universally pitied—sort of like William Hung singing She Bangs on American Idol. (Hung, incidentally, now works as an administrative assistant at LA’s Department of Public Health.) Which is all to say that James is doing exactly what she should be: milking this cow for as long as possible—FSD is likely to get the rewrite treatment next—and exerting maximum control over all things Grey. For better or worse, Fifty Shades will now and forever be James’s thing, her brand, the monster she created all those years ago writing Twilight-inspired softcore under the pen name “Snowqueen’s Icedragon.” The monster we fed, the monster that has now created offspring. Really, we brought this on ourselves.

TITLE: Grey
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AUTHOR: E.L. James
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PAGES: 559 (in paperback)
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ALSO WROTE: Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker, Fifty Shades Freed
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SORTA LIKE: Patrick Bateman falls in love
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FIRST LINE: “I have three cars.”

19 Responses to “E.L. James Human Centipedes Herself With Grey”

  1. darkwriter67 June 25, 2015 at 12:18 pm #

    Reblogged this on Illuminite Caliginosus.

  2. franhunne4u June 25, 2015 at 2:15 pm #

    Not that I was tempted to read this – have not read the first book of the first trilogy, nor the other ones. But your review has made me smile and even if I had forgotten why I did not want to read this, now I’d know again …

    • Kira Bindrim June 25, 2015 at 7:48 pm #

      Ha! I read the crap so you don’t have to 🙂

      • franhunne4u June 26, 2015 at 1:57 am #

        I appreciate your sacrifice – even if that means Ms. James has sold a copy to you.

  3. Grab the Lapels June 25, 2015 at 4:39 pm #

    559 pages???? Ewwww

  4. kenyonarcopeland01 June 25, 2015 at 4:53 pm #

    Reblogged this on KENYONA R. COPELAND.

  5. missoxyygen June 25, 2015 at 6:23 pm #

    Reblogged this on Love Always, Geneville.

  6. hbsuefred June 25, 2015 at 8:20 pm #

    With apologies to my friend Paula, the nipped-in-the-bud romance writer, I stopped reading this type of Gothic (or whatever genre of basically and supposedly historically accurate sexist) Romance novel when I graduated from college so was NEVER even SLIGHTLY interested in reading FSOG series books or seeing any film or any other type of product or entertainment that might be spun from it. Possibly too politically and financially liberated and/or sexually repressed, at least immediately post-college.

    On the other hand, I’d like to recommend to you the works of Donna Tartt, or at least the bookend novels of her career to date, which show that some writers can really grow. I loathed her first novel The Secret History but loved her latest The Goldfinch. Maybe if James or even Rowling took 10 or so years to write each successive novel, as Tartt did, we might see similar growth?

  7. klyse3 June 25, 2015 at 9:55 pm #

    What’s depressing is not that the series was written so horribly, but that something so horribly written has become so popular! But you really can’t blame James for riding the fame as long as possible…

    Thanks for the review so that I don’t even have to look at it. 😀

  8. patb0309 June 26, 2015 at 9:07 am #

    Not much growth beteen books 1 and 3…. so I don’t hold much hope. I think I’m done with the soft porn gothic tomance genre for now…

  9. Tim June 27, 2015 at 2:38 am #

    The first line is “I have three cars” sums up the shallowness so well !! Thanks for reading so I never have to. Great review!

  10. maferpinto July 15, 2015 at 5:53 pm #

    Can’t blame James for the succes : ) … you should stop a minute over my blog

  11. l10n3lmz July 22, 2015 at 9:45 pm #

    Nice review!

    You can download the ebook from my tweeter account

  12. Someone around the world July 27, 2015 at 8:44 am #

    Now, I want to read it. You convinced me. 🙂

  13. Kynna July 29, 2015 at 4:51 pm #

    I’ve been looking for a new blog to sink my teeth into and thank goodness I found you!

    Going through a severe reader’s block, I picked this review of Grey (not my type of book) because I’ve heard of it (unfortunately) and I wasn’t sure how you review stuff. Had me cackling through, definitely entertained and definitely staying to help me out of this reader’s block rut.

  14. Emmy September 1, 2015 at 4:08 am #

    I couldn’t stop chuckling reading this review. It’s far more amusing reading about this book than probably reading it, so I’m not going to try.

  15. espressodream September 6, 2015 at 1:07 am #

    This was definitely a good read, was thoroughly entertained! Although, I never gave any of her books a try, after reading your review, you’ve convinced me not to bother making that attempt. Thanks for taking the hit by having read it 😉

  16. dilchh September 30, 2015 at 3:53 am #

    I have never read the book nor am I interested in reading one, but your review is most definitely a very entertaining read, if anything, it has been the most entertaining review of this book I have ever stumbled upon.

  17. librini October 8, 2015 at 2:10 pm #

    I miss the courage to read James’ books… What would my husband think??

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