![]() ![]() ![]() Fifty Shades was (and continues to be, with Christian’s account of Darker in the pipeline) a senseless, offensive, even dangerous series which taught a bunch of lonely Christian mothers that cable ties and a lack of consent were staples of BDSM. Please note that I am not using the word ‘phenomenal’ in a manner meant to be respectful. The Mister is EL James’ fifth novel, and the first to depart from her phenomenal Fifty Shades of Grey series. I cannot think of a more fitting metaphor for EL James’ work ethic. All he cares about is getting some clout on Insta, and he is quite happy to bleach a few priceless paintings with the flash of his camera in order to get it. Maxim does not care about the legacy or longevity of these works of art, nor does he care for their cultural importance to their country of origin. ![]() ![]() He describes leisurely taking pictures of various paintings and uploading them to his Instagram, despite being told off by staff more than once for doing so. Towards the end of The Mister, in the middle of what is supposed to be a desperate chase to save a young woman from forced marriage, our main character stops off at a museum. ![]()
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