Among commercial works, I haven't read these to completion, but the few chapters I managed to go through were really, really bad:
Fifty Shades of Grey
Twist me by Anna Zaires.
Now, Anna Zaires's novel was so bad (though I admit I read about 10 pages, maybe) that it made the two other ones look like first class literature. They definitely don't deserve to be in the same list. They were just really bad. But in Anna Zaires's case, her book should be made illegal because it may damage the brain beyond repair. Ten pages made me lose at least thirty neurones. I felt them pop one by one in my head.
Among other books:
Milan Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"
Nabokov's … anything.
I smell pseudointellectualism out like a bloodhound. I wrote an analysis maintaining the reason Kundera's work garnered so much attention in the West was solely because of its recounting of the Prague Spring 1968. Almost got me kicked out of college. Five years later, the same analysis made one of my literature professors in university laugh so hard she almost chocked (she said she enjoyed the spirit but was happy to see my style had improved in those five years). Go figure. I guess I might hold a grudge against both of them. (Then again, I actually like Ayn Rand and she was the worst when it came to using literature for political propaganda)
I imagine y'all telling me: "Loony, aren't you too harsh?! It's not like you are a great author. You suck."
You are absolutely right! 100%. That's why I don't try to get published, duh! You gotta know your limits (Right, Nabokov? Right?! Urgh, this is becoming an obsession)