The Fault In Our Arse

The Fault In Our Arse

Somebody recently advised me that the “Author Review” space on GoodReads is a great place to share the experience of writing the book, and how you feel about the finished work. With that in mind, here’s my Author Review of TFIOS parody, “The Fault In Our Arse” which is still available for just 99p on Amazon.

Collaborating on The Fault In Our Arse with the handsome, talented and altogether amazing B.M. Brown was an absolute joy. That man is smart, contemporary, and of course, a pseudonym.

Seriously though, I had a lot of fun putting this parody together. As I state in the Foreword, it is at no point malicious or scathing, nor does it make fun of cancer, cancer sufferers/survivors, or the more poopy-related medical complaints that I replaced cancer with in the text.

While I have my problems with The Fault In Our Stars, there is a reason why it is so popular, and why those with the free time can easily put it away in an afternoon. It is punctuated with some very simple narrative devices and tricks that keep things moving without over-complicating things, and uses instantly recognisable tropes and characters. For example, the-only-restaurant-in-Amsterdam easily becomes the-only-restaurant-in-Paris, and Augustus Waters is essentially September Loose, with a few more long words in his vocabulary and long stays on the toilet in his daily routine.

So I wrote this parody over a long weekend, picking out the broader narrative strokes and devices, and supplanting a little slapstick and flatulence in place of the more emotional and valid content. Some have suggested that I should have performed a tighter, almost word-by-word rewrite, but that isn’t the essence I was trying to capture.

I wanted The Fault In Our Arse to be a fast and ridiculous narrative where the reader recognises moments from the original text as they occur, but doesn’t find them belaboured. No sooner have we poked some fun at one chapter, than we’re farting our way into the next.

I feel I also maintained a tone in The Fault In Our Arse that respected the occasional bleakness and heart-string tugging of the original. While we might laugh at Connor Stodge’s digestive tract and how shit his world is because of it, his journey is still an emotional one that manages to capture the reader’s empathy.

It is simply undeniable that bums and most the noises they make are funny, but that doesn’t mean they’re excluded from ever being the central focus of a moving and heart-warming narrative.


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