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Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Oprah Winfrey's Pretensions
You can tell everything about a woman by the fact that she likes Oprah Winfrey. Oprah with her extensions. Here is your American dream, parlaying fortune out of what? Talent? Brains? Hell, no. I remember seeing a commercial for Oprah back in the early days of the book club. She was touting Bridges of Madison County. This was long before she claimed to get into Toni Morrison. She was acting as if every word would give her audience an orgasm, as this was the most profound piece of American literature since Faulkner (Winfrey is the kind of person who would claim to read Faulkner, probably has, in fact) but not be able to identify a single storyline if you asked them. Much like the DaVinci Code, the novel turned out to be something that felt like it was written by a very average 12 year-old. It had a hook that appealed to over-ripe 40 something airheads, but it was so bad it couldn't even be termed literature, let alone bad literature. Ms Winfrey, it turns out, is very much like your average American reader, dull, dull-witted and incapable of grasping subtlety. So I know that she doesn't like Toni Morrison, or Jonathan Franzen or any of the writers above Danielle Steele level whose work she claims to have enjoyed.
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