My horrible dare is complete!

2009 at 9am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

If you’ve been following along here lately, you know all about the HORRIBLE DARE in which Trish challenged me to read a Nicholas Sparks novel. I completed the dare during this weekend’s Read-A-Thon by reading and tweeting about The Last Song.  Check out those tweets with my customized #IHeartTheSpark hashtag. Before I get into the nitty gritty, let me explain a bit about where all of this came from.

I’ve never really given much thought to Nicholas Sparks.  Sure, I’ve seen The Notebook (still mad at my sister for forcing that one on me), and in my bookselling career, I’ve watched a virtually endless parade of sentimental teenage girls who haven’t yet discovered Jodi Picoult and little old ladies whose book clubs read only Nicholas Sparks novels, but I’ve never really done more than roll my eyes and move along. I may be a snobby reader—a fact I’m willing to admit—but at the core, I just want people to read.

Even if it means they read Nicholas Sparks or James Patterson or Dan Brown or, god forbid, Stephenie Meyer.

(Yep, there’s that book snob thing creeping in again.)

Usually, when people rave about some author I consider commercial or pedestrian, I just smile and nod and then suggest something that is, at least in my opinion, similar but better. It’s the gateway drug concept I’ve mentioned before. Your teenage daughter got hooked on poorly written vampire romance novels?  Well, the good news is that the characters in those novels actually read classic literature, and you might be able to hook your kid into it that way. You get the idea.

So Nicholas Sparks has just always been one of those authors whose existence and success I tolerated but tried to ignore. He just wasn’t on my radar.

But that all changed at the National Book Festival, when Nicholas Sparks spoke in between John Irving (a hard act to follow for anyone) and Junot Diaz and really, well, made an ass of himself (read my wrap-up here). If you don’t believe me, or if you’re just morbidly curious, you can watch the video yourself.

The whole thing was kind of appalling, but I had a great time joking about it with the other bloggers in attendance, and when the subject came up at our bloggers’ dinner, someone suggested that I should have to read a Nicholas Sparks book. Stupidly, I agreed that if someone else would pick it out and pay for it, I would read it.

So that’s how I found myself reading The Last Song this weekend.

The rest of this post is spoilerific, so if you don’t want to know, read no further.

Now, I know you’re just dying to know what this book is about, so let me tell you. But first, you should know that before this was a book, it was an idea….an idea that Nicholas Sparks sold to Disney for a movie….a movie starring Miley Cyrus.  And Nicholas Sparks wrote the movie before he wrote the book (so, this is a BOOK based on a MOVIE, how wonderful), and Miley Cyrus actually named the main character. Ronnie (short for Veronica).

So, Ronnie is eighteen and has just graduated from high school in New York City. It’s been three years since her parents’ divorce, and she is still mad at her father, to whom she hasn’t spoken since the divorce. But now Ronnie’s mom is forcing her and her little brother Jonah to spend the summer with their father in Wilmington, North Carolina near Wrightsville Beach.  (I know, I know. A Nicholas Sparks book set near the beach? Unheard of.)  Most kids would be stoked about a free summer at the beach, but Ronnie is far from it.

Have I mentioned yet that Ronnie, in all of her angsty sullenness, wears a lot of black and has a purple streak in her hair?  Oh yeah, she’s bad….but unlike all of the other kids in her crowd, she doesn’t drink or do drugs or have sex.

On her first real day at the beach, Ronnie, dressed in her usual black, stumbles upon a volleyball game, and whaddya know, the superhot boy playing volleyball trips right into her, causing her to spill soda all over herself. And that’s how she meets Will.

In the same day, she also meets a partner in angst named Galadriel (but she goes by Blaze….as if that’s any better?) and an apparently sociopathic creeper named Marcus who performs fire shows on the boardwalk.

Now, I’m hazy on the details because 1) I was reading this in the middle of the read-a-thon and 2) I honestly wasn’t giving the book my complete attention, but somewhere in there, Ronnie and Blaze have a disagreement that results in Blaze setting Ronnie up to be charged for shoplifting (and it’s not the first time Ronnie’s been charged for shoplifting…gasp!), and Ronnie and Will start dating and falling in love and kissing. A lot of kissing. But ONLY kissing. Because that’s so realistic for horny 18-year-olds.

And somewhere in there, Ronnie finds out that Will’s family is rich, which turns her off, but Will is so sweet and earnest and down-to-earth that she gets it over it….and somewhere else in there Ronnie discovers a nest of loggerhead turtle eggs near her father’s beach house and decides she needs to sleep outside to protect the nest from predators (and Sparks mentions not once but TWICE that only one in every thousand baby turtles will survive to maturity…see, these books are educational!), and the scene where the turtles hatch is actually kind of sweet.

But then there’s all the stuff about how Ronnie refuses even to look at the piano in her father’s house (he’s a former concert pianist who taught at Juilliard and tutored Ronnie from a very young age) and feels SO MISUNDERSTOOD and doesn’t know what to do with her life.

And, of course, there’s the inevitable HORRIBLE TRAGEDY that I’ve heard all of Sparks’s books contain. This one involves Blaze unknowingly spilling lighter fluid on herself and then being horribly burned during one of Marcus’s shows on the boardwalk (betcha didn’t see that coming, since her name refers to fire and all). But wait! There’s more!

RONNIE’S DAD HAS CANCER!

He’s known about it for several months, of course, and it was the reason he asked Ronnie’s mom to send her and Jonah to N.C. for the summer, but he only reveals it to the kids at the end of the summer, right after the baby turtles hatch and Ronnie is finally starting to feel like her life is going to be okay.

So, Ronnie’s dad has cancer, and then Ronnie finds out that Will has been keeping a very big secret, so they have a fight and stop speaking to each other, and Ronnie hunkers down to care for her dying father, and that part is actually kind of heartbreaking.

Have I mentioned yet that the chapters alternate between several characters’ points of view?

As Ronnie’s angsting it out over Will and her father and Blaze’s unfortunate accident, we’re also getting a play-by-play of her father Steve’s existential crisis and search for God in his life. Steve does a lot of Bible reading and takes a lot of walks with Pastor Harris and just can’t figure out why he’s not feeling God’s presence in his life……but as he spends his dying days with Ronnie and reflects on it all, he realizes that God is everywhere and he’s been experiencing it all along.

So Nicholas Sparks has given us teenage romance, tragedy, illness, death, and RELIGION!

Wonderful.

By the way, if you’re curious about the title, it refers to a song Ronnie’s father had been trying to write for a while but couldn’t get quite right….while he’s in the hospital, Ronnie knocks down the plywood wall her father built to keep her from having to look at the piano (really) and finishes the song, and then she plays it for him.

Then he dies, and Ronnie moves back to New York, takes up the piano again, auditions for Juilliard, and gets back together with Will, who has decided to transfer to Columbia from Vanderbilt.

After reading The Last Song, I can sort of understand why people read this crap stuff.  I suppose it’s like the literary equivalent of watching Steel Magnolias when you need a good cry. But it’s just so obviously manipulative.

I say “obviously” because really, all fiction is intended to manipulate our emotions. But what makes a book (or an author) good is how subtly, how skillfully, that manipulation is done. Reading this book, I felt like I could picture Sparks in his office, clasping his hands in front of himself a la Mr. Burns from The Simpsons, thinking “Yes, yes….this is the part that’s really going to make them cry.”

And frankly, I just don’t appreciate that.

It’s cheap. It’s too easy. It assumes one’s readers are not capable of understanding subtext or of seeing things coming. (Did I mention all of the awful foreshadowing in this book?) Does Nicholas Sparks think I just fell off the turnip truck?

Am I not supposed to notice that the book reads like it was written to follow a movie and that the characters speak in cliches and that the writing is clunky? (My friend Mark, the evil genius behind I Hate Your Book, ran the e-book of The Last Song through text analysis software and found out that the words in this book average only 1.45 syllables each!)  That whole thing about how writers are supposed to SHOW and not TELL? Sparks could use a refresher on that.

And it just drove me crazy that I knew the main character was going to be Miley Cyrus. Not only did I have to read 400 pages of drivel (pages, I should note, that contain rather large font and spacing), I had to read them with Miley’s voice in my head.  Yea gods.

But it’s over now, and I’ve fulfilled my snark quota for quite a while.

And that’s the story of how I read a Nicholas Sparks book.