Well.. more properly, headlines, for articles in the "Book Review" section of the Chronicle, which ensure I will never read the book in question..
A Bumpkin Blossoms as an Artist: A Young Girl Comes of Age as a Carpetmaker's Apprentice in 17th Century Iran
This is so clunky it is almost unbelievable. How can you throw so many idiot tropes together in one header?
If Bumpkin Blossoms are contagious in the slightest, or drive out native blossoms, I.. uh.. I hate them.
Then there is the young girl "blossoming" thing which is either cliche or right offa that porn site I was just on.
Related - the phrase "A Young Girl Comes of Age" should be retired to the "downy-blossomed cheeks" home for cliches that expired in the early Victorian Age.
The "artist" thing? Be one, don't talk about it.
Is the "Carpetmaker's Apprentice" anything like the "Sorcerer's Apprentice." More importantly, does the carpet match the drapes?
If I wanted to read about 17th Century Iran I would kill myself because I obviously had nothing better to do than enter eternity.
Perhaps the author deserves better. She did title her book "The Blood of Flowers." That's a title which gives me confidence that eating vegetables, a lot like eating meat, must be murder.
It would certainly make my veggie burger taste a bit better.
Compare that stupidity to this header on Salon for a book that is just as likely a stooopid chick-flic in print..
Lovesick girls in 17th century China wrestling for control of their destinies
Love, sickness, and hot Chinese wrasslin chicks... which one would you read?
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