I started The Fault in Our Stars last night.
I stayed up until 3 am and finally drifted off to sleep on a wet pillow.
Tucker and I have been longtime fans of John Green since we first discovered the YouTube channel he has with his brother Hank.
Anyway, I was telling Tucker how I’m dreading reading anymore of the book since I know it’s going to leave me shattered like Sarah’s Key and Room. But there’s a larger part of me which just can’t quit this book. Damn you, John Green!
Tucker asked if Green ever writes happy books or just books about sad things and teenagers.
To paraphrase Tucker, he says the mark of a good artist is someone with range. Like with musicians he doesn’t want to keep buying the same CD over and over; he wants the artist to evolve. That’s why he doesn’t have all the Clive Cussler books, even though he really likes them, because they’re essentially the same book just with a different setting.
To me, this doesn’t translate well to writing.
A brain surgeon doesn’t have to also be able to preform cardiac surgery to prove he’s a great doctor. Same goes for writers. That’s why there are genres.
Tucker thinks specializing is a form of weakness for a writer.
I say I want to be able to know what I’m getting myself into.
What say you?