It's true. It's been going on for a while now, several years.
Granted I haven't read much lately in the way of contemporary adult fiction.The last good grown-up fiction I read was (thanks Margaret) The Gift of Rain by Tan Twan Eng back in 2009. I keep trying but what I've picked up leaves me yawning. POVs jump from place to place, sentences are passive, (I'm on a passive sentence kick these days as I try to weed them out of my own writing) lots of words ending in ly (she wrote testily) long monologues, lengthy conversational info dumps and preachy narration.
I haven't been able to finish anything. Instead, I hurry to the library, peruse the children's section and pull books off the shelves. Ahhhhhh...this is more like it.
Many have said it before, and I want to add my voice. "They" have got it wrong, those who say/think writing for children is easy, or that one doesn't need to be "as good a writer" as someone who writes for grown-ups. Obviously "they" haven't read much in the way of kidlit.
So sad, too bad. If "they" did "they'd" discover what REAL writing is all about. (Who heck are "they" anyway?)
Is something wrong with me?
Have you read any good gruplit lately?