Something Wicked This Way Comes

Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes is a true classic…the plot grips you right away, and the two young boys, Jim and Will, are some of the coolest characters out there…well, maybe.

I like the story, really, and I do like the characters, but I cannot stand the way the book is writtem. Look:

Just after midnight.
Shuffling footsteps.
Along the empty street came the lightning-rod salesman, his leather valise swung almost empty in his baseball-mit hand, his face at ease. He turned a corner and stopped.
Paper-soft white moths tapped at an emtpy store window, looking in.

What the hell does that mean?

Shouldn’t there be a comma after Paper-soft? Why is there a comma before looking in? What does that sentence even have to do with the salesman? The whole book is filled to the brim with this crap, not to mention that practically everything regarding the writing style is what today’s reviewers, editors, and publishers consider incorrect, and let me tell you, the story is not so amazing as to eclipse this fact.

It really bothers me to no end that people eat this up and consider it an American classic. From the perspective of a writer, everything about this book-technically speaking-is wrong. Furthermore, from the point of view of a reader, it’s just bulky and filled with nonsense, which doesn’t even drive the story forward, but again, the story is actually pretty neat.

Read it, don’t read it, I don’t care. I just wanted to vent because it’s considered a classic and not just a crowd favorite. Gatsby’s a classic…not this thing.

Thanks for listening, and sorry you wasted the last 5 minutes of your time.