Okay. Go here, hit the play and loop button, then come back.
I figure we need a little incidental music for the following screed about an annoying bunch of writing called the Book with the Red Cover that Goes Ping ping Ping Ping ping ping ping ping PING.
Book with a Red Cover is a wretched joke-a-page novel about a boy who (and stop me if you've heard this before!) suffers under the slap-happy assignments of an odd-ball tutor and from unspoken tensions with his father. Sure, the story's a sleepwalk, but the real crime is that the reader is subjected to the same in-joking page after page after page after wearying page. By the 352nd page, the joke's not a joke anymore, it's---well, it's turned into this stupid little writerly ping. Joke, joke ping, joke, joke ping, joke, joke ping, joke, joke ping.
Stuff like this drives me nuts. Nuts.
Just nuts.
