"So, a duck walks into a bar, hops up onto a barstool and he says to the bartender, 'Hey, do you have any grapes?' The bartender looks at him kind of funny and says, 'No, we don't have any grapes,' and the duck promptly saunters out. The next day, the same thing happens. Duck walks in, asks after grapes, bartender tells him no and the duck leaves. And again the next. At this point, the bartender is getting tired of this, so when the duck comes in the next day and asks for grapes, the bartender yells at him, 'No! For the last time, we don't have any grapes, and if you ask me for grapes again, I'm going to nail your beak to the bar! Now get out of here!' The very next day, the duck walks in and, oh, by the way, I should mention that this duck had feathers, wings, webbed feet and a tail. Years earlier, the duck had hatched from an egg which had been incubated by its mother using her body heat and insulating materials in a nest which was built near a body of water. Anyway, the duck walks into the bar and asks the bartender, 'Have you got any nails?' 'What? No,' says the bartender, a somewhat taken aback. 'Then do you have any grapes?'"You'd be pretty annoyed, right? I mean, there's just no need to go and ruin the flow of a perfectly good joke with a bunch of unnecessary information that the audience already knew and didn't really need. Too bad nobody told Robert Jordan this.
Robert Jordan is the author of The Wheel of Time series, which I started sometime in middle school during my reading nothing but Tolkien-derivative fantasy phase. Once you get past the fact that Jordan never met an unnecessary, florid paragraph of description he didn't like and that he has an awkward tendency to describe in profuse detail the bosom of every female character (often multiple times for the major characters), his military-historic take on the fantasy epic makes for a pretty gripping read.
However, sometime after the release of the tenth or so book in the series, Jordan decided that what he should really do was break off mid-series and publish a sequel covering peripheral events 20 years prior to the main storyline. Because that's exactly what readers who have actually spent a majority of their lives waiting to find out how you're going to wrap up the 3,000,000-word monstrosity you've created want! It's like Jordan thought to himself, "Man, any fantasy author can jerk around his readers by taking forever to write sequels. I need to take my game to a new level." Well, mission accomplished there.
As luck would have it, shortly after the publication of said prequel, Jordan was diagnosed with some sort of terminal illness and died two years later (with the series nowhere near finished). While I don't have any actual proof that this was an honest-to-god divine smiting as punishment for severe authorial hubris, I can't see what else it could have been. Now He just needs to get to work on J.K. Rowling for Harry Potter 4-7.