Hollywood is cranking out yet another Nicholas Sparks movie (The Best of Me, for those keeping track). And I would like to take this opportunity to get something off my chest: Oh my God, I cannot stand the Nicholas Sparks Hollywood perpetual motion entertainment machine.
David Germain of The Huffington Post calls Nicholas Sparks the "melodramatic machine." Machine's a good word, because it seems like he churns out dreck at an alarming rate. Worse, there's some kind of unspoken understanding that women like this crap.
Publishers Weekly blogger Barbara Vey plays devil's advocate today and wonders if men can write romance. Although Vey calls out Nicholas Sparks (A Walk to Remember), Paul Levine and Tim Dorsey as good romance-writing dudes. I favor the more sarcastic Charles Baxter and his hilariously sweet novel The Feast of Love.…