"A bit disappointing. The story ambled along for ages, giving no indication of where it was going, with lots of rather pointless looks at the main character's youth. There's also the mysterious letters that have no purpose in the story until the very end, when the reason for them is revealed totally out of the blue."
Is that true? Is my book disappointing and rather pointless?
"The Letters flings the reader up onto an edge of adrenaline fuelled frisson before dropping you into fur lined ruts where you could happily luxuriate forever."
What about that? Which review is true?
I think both are.
Here's what started me thinking about this. I found this short review of Michael Kimball's How Much of Us There Was. "...possibly the dullest book ever written." Horror! How could someone think that about such a moving, exquisitely written, profound book?
Then I remembered that for that reader, it WAS probably the dullest book ever written.
It's very important for all of us to remember this. Maybe it's especially important for us writerly types, who (if we're very lucky) have to listen to a lot of praise. Here's what the Buddha said...
“Praise and blame and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind. To be happy, rest like a great tree in the midst of them all.”
And a great quote by Dereke Bruce, which also gave me the excuse for the photo for this post:
“In order to keep a true perspective of one’s importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him.”
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