Having read On the Road, The Catcher in the Rye, as well as Fifty Shades of Grey, I think this is a rather far-fetched comparison. I think FSOG will be remembered in a similar way that the pornographic film Deep Throat is remembered: something low brow that became widely recognizable.
I don't think the writing was effective at developing either character. You have Christian Grey who says numerous times throughout the novel that he hates food going to waste, and he says this for the first time right after ordering absolutely everything on the breakfast menu because he's not sure what Ana will eat. Then there's Anastasia, whom characters in the book, especially Christian, assert is a smart and witty woman. But she's not, she's super dense all the time. By the time the book is nearly over, she is absolutely baffled that Christian knows it makes her happy that he would like "more" out of their relationship, even though she has spent almost the entire novel up to this point telling him that she wants more. How on earth should it be surprising to her that he would know that, after she's told him exactly that?
The problems of very basic structure that this book suffers from in no way compares to what one might find dissatisfying about On the Road, or The Catcher in the Rye.
I don't think the writing was effective at developing either character. You have Christian Grey who says numerous times throughout the novel that he hates food going to waste, and he says this for the first time right after ordering absolutely everything on the breakfast menu because he's not sure what Ana will eat. Then there's Anastasia, whom characters in the book, especially Christian, assert is a smart and witty woman. But she's not, she's super dense all the time. By the time the book is nearly over, she is absolutely baffled that Christian knows it makes her happy that he would like "more" out of their relationship, even though she has spent almost the entire novel up to this point telling him that she wants more. How on earth should it be surprising to her that he would know that, after she's told him exactly that?
The problems of very basic structure that this book suffers from in no way compares to what one might find dissatisfying about On the Road, or The Catcher in the Rye.