The Aviator's Wife is about Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Charles Lindbergh's wife. A fictional account of her life, it covers the period from when Anne first met Charles, in Mexico of all places, where Anne's father was serving as the U.S. ambassador, to Charles' death.
Just as we thought that we'd finally stuck a fork in it, a calculating, middle-aged gal named Erika Leonard, that's E. L. James to you and me, became the UK's bestselling author ever, making an estimated $1.34 million a week from Fifty Shades of Gray. And that was back in June.
This month marks the debut of Fifty Shades of Dorian Gray, a novel I co-authored with an oblivious (dead) Oscar Wilde using his work, The Picture of Dorian Gray and a whole lotta smutty thinking inspired by E.L. James' Fifty Shades of Grey.
Will 21st century authors produce any classics? As the number of books of fiction produced each year approaches staggering numbers, classics bookshelves must find themselves frustrated in their search for the needle in the proverbial haystack.
I have a confession to make: I am not a popular reader. But this year, I read several best-sellers that I thoroughly enjoyed. From this, an idea was born: What if I spent a whole year only reading best-sellers? Would I be constantly reading things I hated or would I mostly be reading gems?
When I think of Fifty Shades of Grey, I'm not thinking of the mouth wateringly naughty best seller; the one I just couldn't put down. I'm referring to the ever burgeoning growth of silver on the top of my head.
When I was a literature student at the University of Vermont, I was assigned a story on an entrepreneur, Cristine Lavender, for our campus magazine. Admittedly, I found Cristine utterly captivating, attractive, enigmatic and somewhat mysterious.