Wednesday 15 September, 2010 23:51
There’s a very funny parody of the writing style of Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy by Oscar-nominated screenwriter Nora Ephron in the New Yorker (or rather the writing style of Reg Keeland’s English translations):
There was a tap at the door at five in the morning. She woke up. Shit. Now what? She’d fallen asleep with her Palm Tungsten T3 in her hand. It would take only a moment to smash it against the wall and shove the battery up the nose of whoever was out there annoying her. She went to the door.
“I know you’re home,” he said.
Kalle fucking Blomkvist.
As someone who enjoyed the Millennium trilogy but became inured to its flaws, this really made me laugh - it’s right on the money. Read the rest here.