/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.12945621]

George R. R. Martin was a fat, autistic glutton. He cobbled his plot around the simplest of subversions (Martin hardly knew the basics of literary conventions) while pretend-funny penis jokes and references added between snacks sufficed for prose. He would've had no success if not for the horde of competent writers editing his works into publishable form. He ate and ate, but Martin's only way of dealing with the subject was to joke about fat men because he simply could not admit to having lifestyle problems. In the end, the only achievement of this "American Tolkien" was the amount of awkward sex scenes and food descriptions he managed to write.