I’ve had this song stuck in my head ever since my editor asked me to write something about the Fifty Shades of Grey movie coming out on Valentine’s Day:
But my latest article on MercatorNet is more interested in the details behind this supposed BDSM publishing phenomenon. Fan fiction, Legomances, and the decline of civilisation? What are you waiting for?
From its first pages Fifty Shades of Grey is firmly situated in the realms of mediocre fan fiction, beginning with an awkward and clichéd scene in which the protagonist helpfully describes her own appearance in the mirror. It continues with a quality of prose and characterisation that would be hard to reconcile with the book’s success but for the knowledge that the “erotic romance” genre is underpinned by readers’ sexual fantasies – in this case, the sexual fantasies of a hundred million Twilight readers already primed for an R-rated elaboration of their favourite tale of forbidden love.