I am so glad I found this thread, I am nodding (happily) (or would be if I were JK with her incessant verb + adverb syntax) along to almost everything. Speaking of which- god yes, she needed an editor to say "stop it now, this book does not need to be 1400 pages long- the Chamber of Secrets was perfect love"
I am currently late to the party, but reading The Quebert Affair. Does the guy get paid extra for every time he uses a fucking exclamation mark? (!!!) The dialogue writing is appalling. I wonder, in fairness to him, has it been poorly translated because nobody knew what a blockbuster it was going to be, or is he just a lazy writer? I can't now not see all the bloody exclamation marks. Obviously, the slightly creepy undercurrent of sexual abuse and Lolita-esque yearnings goes without saying...
Freya North- how come ALL her female characters are described like Sunday school teacher virgins (swishy hair, which always smells of lemons, not a scrap of makeup, works with the disabled, sick or dying) yet the second they hit the sack it's like the male (always called something monosyllabically "Jack"-like, she turns into a porn star. I hadn't spotted the weirdness about the places she sets her stories in, but I gave up reading them after the sister trilogy bollocks.
The anachronistic names- absolutely- One Day- nobody graduating on the day they did (I graduated that day- irrelevant aside) would have been called Dexter. Unless they were being written into a book with the author's eye on the Hollywood $$$$ sign.
Accents- Nobody, ever, in the history of the English language has said "oop" when they mean "up". They have said "buke" when they mean "book", they have said "cuke" when they mean "cook". (Nth Derbyshire dialect variation, used by my grandparents among others) but oop? Nope. Only used by southern writers to thinly veil their disdain for the northerner (who probably doesn't have a whippet and a flat cap either)
I am plodding through Wolf Hall at the moment. I love historical novels, I know HM is a great, A Place of Greater Safety is one of my all time top 10 books. But the cohesive devices are gone. I don't know if it's because she's become all literary and prize-winning- but I find myself having to go back pages to find out who is speaking at the moment, or who they're speaking to.
Elizabeth George- she's toned down the posho part of Inspector Lynley thank Christ- since the TV adaptations- but the earlier books made him and Helen (RIP) sound like Lady Mary of Downton. I know in the books he's an aristo, and she's a lady, but I doubt even minor aristos spoke like she had them speak. He reads like something out of the 50s while she seems some 1920s throwback.
I didn't realise there were Midsomer books- might look them out. But does every murder happen at whatever club Joyce has recently joined? Or, failing that, at whatever job the can't-stick-at-anything Cully is doing that week? (and who the fuck calls anyone Cully?)
Kay Scarpetta is unbelievably insane. Literally. I read them avidly up to when Benton (doesn't actually) dies. But then they get so increasingly, what's the word, unrealistic, that at times, it's like reading a parody. There have been times when I've wondered if PC isn't actually either quite poorly, or completely taking the piss. And, I'll just leave Lucy "the most annoying lesbian in all of fiction" there. Could the fucking helicopter not have crashed when she first bought it at the age of about 7?