Sean Penn novel

Sean Penn trying to look literary.

 I've always heard that novels were easier to write than short stories. I never understood that. I finally heard an explanation that made sense---that novels just don't need to be very well-written. Read a few pages from any book by Jackie Collins or Sheldon Leonard. Their writing wouldn't be passable in a short story.

Sean Penn has written a novel. It should have been the easiest thing in the world to do. He could have written it in short, simple sentences, perhaps in a conversational style. 

But here's a paragraph from the book that appeared in a review:

“Whenever he felt these collisions of incubus and succubus, he punched his way out of the proletariat with the purposeful inputting of covert codes, thereby drawing distraction through Scottsdale deployments, dodging the ambush of innocents astray, evading the viscount vogue of Viagratic assaults on virtual vaginas, or worse, falling passively into prosaic pastimes.”

Penn used to hang around with Charles Bukowski and Bukowski didn't write crap like that.

I haven't read it and I'm not going to. Maybe it's a good book, but critics are trashing it.