Nonfiction, sometimes I despise it. Sometimes? More like most of the time. In particular, biographies/memoirs and the like. Why? Well, we shall use my all time favorite nonfiction book, "Into The Wild", as an example.
"Into The Wild" is a great story, filled with action, a likable hero, and a lot of deep thinking. Yet somehow, the way the book was written, made the reading experience painful. In fact, I am fairly certain the author, John Krakauer, ought to be locked up in an asylum. Preferably one in which he can't get his hands on a pen/pencil or other means of writing.
The book is about a man name Chris McCandless, someone whose ideas/actions are quite admirable, in my opinion. Unfortunately, this book written about him is one of the most annoying pieces of literature on the planet. Alright, alright, I've complained enough, "What's so horrible about it?" you ask.
The story opens with... the ending. Yes, that's right. Within the first page, you learn the end of Chris's tale, lowering any sense of suspense that the book might have held. Krakauer then proceeds to tell the entire story OUT OF ORDER. From the end, to the beginning, to the middle, to before the beginning, etc. As if that isn't frustrating enough, at some point, he begins writing about himself, despite how irrelevant it was to the story.
If you STILL think that a book can be enjoyable, despite the things I listed, go right ahead and read Into The Wild. I'll stick with the slightly more comprehensible movie, thanks.
