Sparks’s reasons for this speak to a literary universe whose arc bends toward optimism, earnestness, being nice, more than, well, reality. Even liquor-sopped, murderously vengeful ex-husbands talk clean. No matter how colorful he gets with his wordplay, the Nicholas Sparks Man does not curse. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart." One every day for a year! (The Notebook.) At which point, in rhetorical terms, any remaining thumps and waca-wacas drown in a tsunami of vanilla sugar ’n’ puppies: "When I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. Except-and it’s a tentacular exception-when he’s writing love letters. No, the Nicholas Sparks man is not verbal. Sometimes he speaks in simple declarative sentences so anodyne they actually seem nsinuating-sentences that, if given the gifts of bass-line thumps and rhythm-guitar waca-wacas, could pass as 1970s-era skin-flick dialogue: He may have an improbable but sympathy-inducing tragedy in his past. (A typical iteration: "As he worked, his jeans pulling tight as he bent over, Sophia felt the heat rise in her cheeks.") The Nicholas Sparks Man is rugged and good with his hands. This seems to be a preoccupation of Sparks’s. More specifically: He looks great in tight jeans. He is handsome! Specifically: He looks great in jeans. So who and what is the Nicholas Sparks Man? Semiotics aside, he’s neither complicated nor kinky.
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Both of them: the millions of American women who love his books and movies, and the millions of American men who are increasingly, inexorably, book by book and movie by movie, having their manhoods measured and molded by Nicholas Sparks and the code of morality, lovemaking, and letter writing his male heroes follow. Message ON! Say what you will about Nicholas Sparks, the man knows his audiences. She’s going to love it-and love you for taking her." Set aside a date night and take your girlfriend or your wife. " Hey, GQ, I’m Nicholas Sparks, and I’m here to tell you that the movie The Best of Me, based on my book, is coming to theaters near you soon. Just waits for the cameraman’s prompt and begins.
Sparks never drops his smile, never diverts his eyes from the lens. "Hey," I say after yet another take, just to.see. A figure of almost superheroic potency whose nonliterary triumphs match his book sales in their power to astonish. It makes him a plodding writer, even as it makes him, arguably, the most important storyteller in the culture-and at times something else. This gaze, willful yet pleading, can sincere a man to jelly where he stands. Vampires "glamour" with their eyes Sparks sinceres with his. Just a fact, as straight up as "Nicholas Sparks put a beat-down on a man in Argentina." He has uncanny eyes, large, wet, and feminine, and a tractor-beam gaze that can transform "sincerity" itself into a verb. It’s giddy stuff, all the more so given Sparks’s upspeak-y elocution.
But if you fight for it, really fight, like Amanda and Dawson do in The Best of Me, based on my novel, you will experience all the joy that love can give! So I want to know: Do you have a person in your life that brings out the best in you? Tell us on Facebook!" Some twenty-five times in a row, he gazes into the camera and nails it: " Hey, I’m Nicholas Sparks, and I’m here to tell you that holding on to love isn’t always easy! There might be circumstances that make you feel like giving up.
He’s on set to videotape shout-outs to German women’s mags and fan sites for the movie’s release there. The Best of Me, the ninth film to be made from his seventeen novels, is being shot here. He’s spent much of this day proving this on an old plantation outside New Orleans. If ever a man was master of his own message, it’s Sparks. Off-message? Nicholas Sparks rescues a woman from a pawing ruffian-eerily echoing the heroics of a ruggedly handsome bull rider in his latest book, The Longest Ride- and it’s off-message?īut the King of Hearts knows best.
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