Sady Doyle on the unwarranted backlash against fans of the world’s most popular vampire-romance series:
When New Moon, the second film adaptation of Stephenie Meyer‘s four-part Twilight series, opens in theaters this month, those who see it will not be getting great art. The faults of Meyer’s immensely popular teen vampire-romance novels have been endlessly, and publicly, rehashed: the retrograde gender roles, the plodding plotlines, the super-heated goofiness of Meyer’s prose. I can confirm for you that these faults are real!


Yet I could not stop reading the series. The books — all about sexy teen vampire Edward Cullen, his sexy teen werewolf rival Jacob Black, and their joint quest to stalk, control, and condescend their way into the ever-turgid affections of sexy teen (human) narrator Bella Swan — are slow, repetitive, and often unintentionally hilarious. (“If I hadn’t seen him undressed, I would have sworn there was nothing more beautiful than Edward in his khakis.” Wait. Hold up. The vampire is wearing khakis?) 


