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Every night, just before I turn off the light, I read a few pages of a crappy novel — usually some really bad spy thriller. It takes me months to get through each book because I’m so tired at the end of the day that I rarely last more than 5 minutes before I pass out. And yet I do this, and I enjoy it, because in a weird way it keeps me sane. I spend so much of my work day reading, writing, talking, and processing, that these five minutes of fluff at then end of each day is a respite I look forward to.
So, anyway, that’s my excuse for why I recently read The Hit by David Baldacci. It’s really, really bad. But I just couldn’t stop. The plot screams B-grade action movie (hey, who doesn’t love those?), and the writing is so bad that at times I wondered if it would affect my own ability to write coherently.
I started reading some of the worst lines from the book to my wife, and it was so entertaining that I decided to go ahead and highlight each of those passages.
After careful consideration it would appear that David Baldacci is particularly concerned that his readers might not have the ability to understand the meaning of the most basic words in the English language. Here’s a few examples of actual lines from the book:
Jessica Reel had left New York and flown to D.C. She had done this because what she had to do next had to be done here.
He headed directly east, which was the direction he needed to go.
Robie looked past her. There was a set of exit doors there. Had to be a way out.
When the man had said he’d killed a potential assassin, Decker knew that the man was not exaggerating. He had killed the man.
They watched military aircraft soaring overhead and dropping bombs, which destroyed targets on the ground.
There were three ways to approach the mission. For a mission was what Jessica Reel was on.
And, just for fun, the analogy that I’m still most confused about:
Doug Jacobs’s life spread across his screen like blood on a test strip.
So, there you have it. I posted a few passages from The Hit because posting a few passages from The Hit is what I wanted to do.
Because conjuring up images of naked old people is a great way to sell your product.