The guy I am dating now LOVES that I am smart...but he has admitted that he's a little intimidated, because he never finished college. I keep telling him that a college degree doesn't mean shit as far as how smart a person is, but he still talks about it occasionally.
Oh, dude. This is The Boy (likes peas), entirely. Well, I think he has his Associate's degree, in something far beyond my ken, like electrical engineering or some such. Which is what I always tell him -- a degree doesn't mean shit compared to what he actually goes out and does with his funky brain.
And, to tie in the Likes Peas factor with this thread topic, last night The Boy let me sit and ramble on and on to him about POV in storytelling, and how tricky third-person can actually be, and then I segued into the Show, Don't Tell axiom (better known as Why Dan Brown Sucks Donkey Butt -- because I use Angels and Demons as my example of truly execrable writing that does nothing but tell tell tell). I stopped in the middle of my Show, Don't Tell tirade and said "Oh, god -- wind me up and I'll talk about writing all night long," and, bless him, The Boy said "I love listening to you talk."
Awwww.
Liking Teppy's boy, more and more.
Erin, nope, I didn't think you'd somehow mixed me up with someone else, and thought I was emotionally dainty and selfless - just commenting, in the order of your original comment.
See, that's so weird, Steph. (Are we dating the same guy?)
He's complained that he's gotted sidetracked for too long from, well, other more physical intentions toward My Fair Body, because he was enjoying talking to me too much.
I'm perverse: it's like the best compliment evah -- "I came over here intending to make crazy monkey love, but two hours later we're still talking! Stop being so interesting!"
Tie-in: he's written a book, and when we started dating, I did some editing for it, and...I don't know. I'm just trying to be slightly on topic.
O the fuck well.
And, k, Deb. Just making sure.
Liking Teppy's boy, more and more.
The example I always use from Angels and Demons is that horrible, horrible scene where Protagonist gets a fax that apparently contains shocking information. And how do we, the readers, know it has shocking information? Why, because the narrative reads as follows: "It was as if he had been hit by a truck."
I gave that example to The Boy, and he asked "What the hell does that *mean*? The guy read the fax and suddenly got flattened like Wile E. Coyote? And had tire marks on his ass?"
He gets it. Awww, yeah.
I have boycotted Dan Brown. I have just heard too, too many awful things to be interested.
I picked it up to look at it, got maybe 5 pages in and decided that 90% of the fanfic writers online have a better concept of "show, not tell" than he does. The only thing I can think is that there is a certain percentage of readers out there, like television watchers, who want things spoon-fed to them. Ugh.
And what's really scary is that it's generally conceded that Angels & Demons is a far, far better-written book than daVinci Code.
People are weird.
Whoops, I got confused. I
was
talking about The DaVinci Code. Hee.
