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Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1)
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I really enjoy lively details. There's nothing better than knowing an author has really thought about her characters and situations, and come up with some surprising and delightful detail that makes the whole reading experience fuller. Lively details, you understand -- pointless details are a nightmare to read. I don't need to know that Bella ate a granola bar for breakfast. I REALLY DON'T. (Notice that I remembered the granola bar. I think this is partly because I was fervently hoping it would have significance. Like, she would spectacularly choke on her oatmeal the next day and think, "AH, I should have had a granola bar like yesterday!")
"Show, don't tell" is not the be-all-and-end-all of writing. There's a little thing called summary narrative. It's beautiful; it facilitates plot progression without having to follow your narrator through 24-fucking-hours of a day... and "watch" as she eats a fucking granola bar for breakfast.
I've seen this novel accused of Mary Sue-ism and um, yeah, any character named Isabella Swan seems destined to be a Mary Sue. But honestly, I wouldn't begrudge a semi-autobiographical story if it actually had any of the realism of autobiography. All the high school/teenage stuff honestly made me boggle. Because... that's not what high school is like! That's not what being seventeen is like! Twilight reads like... well, it reads like a thirtysomething who has no recollection of being 17. Bella has all the emotional maturity of a 32-year-old and that's just not remotely believable.
Meyer is not a bad writer. She has the ability to string words together. Unfortunately, she lacks any kind of flair. There was no original description; no truly evocative language. Twilight reads like Meyer has read a lot of mediocre novels and regurgitated the same kind of language onto the page. There is just nothing exciting to the language. The dialogue is awful: not only uninspiring and lacking in wit, but... it's all the same! There's no difference in speech patterns to the characters; no awareness of personal tics. The characterization is wafer-thin (see above, re: Mary Sue). The plotting is terrible: the novel trundles along at a slow pace for 250 pages and then Meyer seems to suddenly realize she needs a climax and the gears shift abruptly and the reader is caught up in a series of ridiculous contrivances that set up Meyer's final set-piece (which, by the way, I saw coming a mile away).
This is such a profoundly antifeminist novel. And it's funny, because I think Meyer has no idea that it's antifeminist. I mean, she has a female heroine! A heroine who reads Austen and writes essays about misogyny in Shakespeare! Surely she's kicking butt for all womankind. Um... no. She cooks, she cleans, she looks after the man in her life! She needs male characters to protect her from the big, bad, scary world! She falls headfirst into a disturbingly dysfunctional relationship with a man 90 years her senior without the slightest amount of worry!
Seriously. Bella/Edward. What's that all about? I don't get the attraction. He has her in his thrall. She is, let me quote, "unconditionally and irrevocably" in love with him -- and after, like, a week. o__O She's consumed by him; she's willing to sacrifice her life for him, and that's... romantic? I just think it's a bit sick, really. You know what I find romantic? Human warmth. Not sweeping, dramatic statements of everlasting and overarching love. Little, sweet moments of connection that ring true. That's something Twilight's apparently epic love story is sorely lacking in. (Did I say Bella has the emotional maturity of a 32-year-old? Well, except when it comes to Edward. There she has the emotional maturity of a dumb dog.)
"Show, don't tell" is not the be-all-and-end-all of writing. There's a little thing called summary narrative. It's beautiful; it facilitates plot progression without having to follow your narrator through 24-fucking-hours of a day... and "watch" as she eats a fucking granola bar for breakfast.
I've seen this novel accused of Mary Sue-ism and um, yeah, any character named Isabella Swan seems destined to be a Mary Sue. But honestly, I wouldn't begrudge a semi-autobiographical story if it actually had any of the realism of autobiography. All the high school/teenage stuff honestly made me boggle. Because... that's not what high school is like! That's not what being seventeen is like! Twilight reads like... well, it reads like a thirtysomething who has no recollection of being 17. Bella has all the emotional maturity of a 32-year-old and that's just not remotely believable.
Meyer is not a bad writer. She has the ability to string words together. Unfortunately, she lacks any kind of flair. There was no original description; no truly evocative language. Twilight reads like Meyer has read a lot of mediocre novels and regurgitated the same kind of language onto the page. There is just nothing exciting to the language. The dialogue is awful: not only uninspiring and lacking in wit, but... it's all the same! There's no difference in speech patterns to the characters; no awareness of personal tics. The characterization is wafer-thin (see above, re: Mary Sue). The plotting is terrible: the novel trundles along at a slow pace for 250 pages and then Meyer seems to suddenly realize she needs a climax and the gears shift abruptly and the reader is caught up in a series of ridiculous contrivances that set up Meyer's final set-piece (which, by the way, I saw coming a mile away).
This is such a profoundly antifeminist novel. And it's funny, because I think Meyer has no idea that it's antifeminist. I mean, she has a female heroine! A heroine who reads Austen and writes essays about misogyny in Shakespeare! Surely she's kicking butt for all womankind. Um... no. She cooks, she cleans, she looks after the man in her life! She needs male characters to protect her from the big, bad, scary world! She falls headfirst into a disturbingly dysfunctional relationship with a man 90 years her senior without the slightest amount of worry!
Seriously. Bella/Edward. What's that all about? I don't get the attraction. He has her in his thrall. She is, let me quote, "unconditionally and irrevocably" in love with him -- and after, like, a week. o__O She's consumed by him; she's willing to sacrifice her life for him, and that's... romantic? I just think it's a bit sick, really. You know what I find romantic? Human warmth. Not sweeping, dramatic statements of everlasting and overarching love. Little, sweet moments of connection that ring true. That's something Twilight's apparently epic love story is sorely lacking in. (Did I say Bella has the emotional maturity of a 32-year-old? Well, except when it comes to Edward. There she has the emotional maturity of a dumb dog.)
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Same goes for the creepy infatuation thing. You don't just fall in love in a week. That's just plain crap.



I think that your argument is that pointless details win Pultzer Prizes, am I right? Have you ever read a book that's won the Pultzer Prize, because generally, there's a plot to back the details up, whereas in Twilight, there are MANY details that don't contribute to the plot. At all.

However, I don't expect Pulitzer quality from every book I read. What DO I expect? A fully-developed plot, fully-drawn characters, and emotions that ring true. I found none of these things in Twilight. I also found it quite troubling that a book written by a woman, primarily FOR young women, that so many misogynistic points of view were put across.
Sure, books are supposed to be for pleasure, but not at the expense of intelligence.

Cricket, did you actually want me to count all the books I've read that have won the Pulitzer Prize? I could just count up all the well worn copies of Pulizer Prize winners on my shelves at home, but that wouldn't include half of the number I have read, or that I've read two or three or four times. Have you ever even cracked a peak in more than one or two? Anyway, like I said before, I read for pleasure, not so I can compare how many more books I've read than you, so I don't really care how many you have read. I think I am done with this conversation. I could point you onto pages and pages and pages of details within Pulitzer Prize winning books devoted exclusively to describing the look of a room, the details of a dress, the dirt in the crack of a floor board! Details that, by the way, have nothing to do with one of the characters directly! I honestly don't feel that any of you have a leg to stand on when it comes to your argument on the importance of these kinds of "pointless details" as you all are calling them. I'm not going to dissect Twilight and tell you what I think could have been left out and what truly added to it. My point is that I disagree with you on what are and what are not "pointless details", however well or badly it was written. I also stand by everything I said in my original comment.




This book is what I'd call a guilty pleasure. :)
To me it read like a lengthy WIP fanfic. Buuut, occasionally, that's just what I'm in the mood for.

Maybe I shouldn't say this, but "falling in love in a week" does happen. Happened to me. Still happy, still in love. :)

I agree that details make up the book. In details the readers are able to picture the scene so much better.
Hmmm, I agree that it's nearly impossible to fall in love in a week, but people this is a FICTIONAL BOOK ABOUT VAMPIRES! Some of the allure they have for one another has nothing to do with realistic human qualities.

Good work!



The domestic details really didn't bother me. They worked to ground the story. It's a fantastical story, and the contrast between Bella as a regular girl and Edward as, well, a mythical creature, adds to a sense of plausibility. It's fantasy, but every fantasy book needs to possess at least a grain of reality in order to make it possible. It felt real, to me, even though it's not. A book works, for me, when I can disspell disbelief and fall through the rabbit-hole right into the story, and feel it. I'm always on the hunt for books like that, but everyone's different.
But I can understand how details like the ones mentioned would get on your nerves, once noticed. Such things usually bug me only when I've already made up my mind not to like the book; then, everything's fair game to ridicule.





Anyone who's seen vampires done by Joss Whedon knows it could have been so much better...
Since when are the marble-cold undead romantic?

So whether you were able to find the story BELIEVABLE or not demonstrates your lack of ability to realize you were reading a book about VAMPIRES!!!
I really take issue with the notion that just because a book is a work of fantasy, it is automatically excused from attempting to make the characters and storyline convincing. The ability to make characters that are not human appear human, the ability to create a story anyone could relate to no matter how fantastic the circumstances...that takes talent, and shouldn't be brushed aside.
I guess what I'm saying is that believability is NEVER something that should be limited to non-fiction. It is the ability to invoke empathy and understanding in the reader, making us see the characters are real, rather than words on a page, and that's a wonderful thing.
I think the reviewer's desire to see this in a storyline and characters demonstrates a deep understanding of basic criteria for a great read, as well as an understanding of her own desires, which, in the end, matter most.
Another Heidi here, except I'm in complete agreement with the reviewer :P
"If ya'll want a good fantasy series with a strong, badass female, I highly recommend Libba Bray's Gemma Doyle series: A Great and Terrible Beauty, Rebel Angels and The Sweet Far Thing. In that order. They are amazing and 2000% better then Stephanie Meyers' crapola."
Seconded!
"If ya'll want a good fantasy series with a strong, badass female, I highly recommend Libba Bray's Gemma Doyle series: A Great and Terrible Beauty, Rebel Angels and The Sweet Far Thing. In that order. They are amazing and 2000% better then Stephanie Meyers' crapola."
Seconded!

And then they fell into a bout of self-congratulations.
What they failed to realize was that details such as the layout of the kitchen or the color of her shirt would stick with the reader, letting them feel more a part of the world than simply knowing what she ate that morning. How can you feel a part of her environment, or aware of her surroundings, if you don't know what they are?
..anyway, I agree with the review.


..you think I need to get a life? I just came here today because someone pointed me toward this review, and I ended up reading the comments.
You're the one that's been sticking around for months, apparently just waiting for anyone to attempt to counter anything you said.
And, on a side note, I actually am writing a book. Several, in fact.
I agree that not every stitch of clothing or every detail of a room should be provided. But there ought to be more focus on the environments than the comestibles.

If you spout "If you don't like it, don't read it" here in regards to those who didn't enjoy Twilight..
..there are two problems with that statement.
1. If you don't like a review that downs Twilight, by your own 'logic,' you shouldn't read it.
2. How would anyone know if they won't like it if they haven't read it? Some of us might have expected it to be what you fans claim it to be, only to find that you were vastly mistaken.

p.s. I should have said "don't read it again", or you could have quit it after realizing you hate it, however long that took you. Just don't waste your time with it if it isn't benefitting you or others for you to be reading it. The best thing you can do for others, by the way, is to point them toward the best books, not waste time picking apart the crap ones. Just a bit of friendly advice.

If you don't read the bad stuff, you'll not be able to appreciate the good ones. It's like joy and sadness. You'll never know one unless you've encountered the other.
And if you don't pick apart the bad stuff, you might run the risk of encountering the same pitfalls within your own writing.
Plus, if no one picks apart the crap books, then there won't be any bad reviews to warn potential readers of what they're getting themselves into.
If everyone only commented on the things they liked, there would be no warnings available for those who don't share the same tastes.
I don't go to the reviews of fans of books I don't like, telling them they're wrong, even though it's a matter of taste. Shame fans don't give the same courtesy toward those who don't share their fandom.

No better than a Mary Sue.

"Pointless details" can be a good thing. IF--and I did say if--there are "pointless details" about everything. If there is a pointless detail about what color shirt she wore, or what her kitchen looks like, sure, those kind of "She ate a granola bar for breakfast" deatails can be fine. But when you don't even know what her kitchen looks like until the end of the book, but you know that she had a granola bar for breakfast in the beginning, you have a problem. She added some VERY pointless details at the beginning before adding details that may have added to the story.





I find it humorous you say "jump right into the climax" because that's basically what Meyer does. The book lulls along for a few hundred pages and then BAM! and action plot comes out of nowhere. So explain that.

Exactly. But that chunk of fluff doesn't have anything to do with the climactic plot thrown in at the end, now does it?


The point is, it's a horribly written book if you get past the "omg Edward is hot! They are in loveeee!" stage, simply influenced by the fact that Meyer added in a few too many adjectives for "sexy" and descriptions of his eyes and whatnot...which in return seem to act as some sort of drug that puts tween girls and (unfortunately) even "grown" women in a Twilight-induced coma.

Well, there's a difference between contentment at the end of a book and contentment that the series has ended properly. That was more relationship development than a plot.