Today, which is robot day, is all about links. Hmmmm. Perhaps this should have been the day I gave away the Esskay tin or the the Oscar Mayer bank. Links! Get it? Get it? I crack myself up. More correctly: I am delirious with exhaustion and alone in my own house for the first time in a very long time.
There have been quite a few reviews of The Most Dangerous Thing since it was published Tuesday. I am going to present the links here, without comment. I can’t imagine anyone but my mom clicking through and she doesn’t use a computer, but I just don’t have anything to say about most of the reviews. I sat down for an interview with a Washington Post Magazine reporter this morning and the subject of reviews came up, I said what I often tell my students: That’s the price of this particular carnival ride and it’s a tariff that’s actually gone down in price because there are so many “reviews” available now. (I particularly like the people who give books a low rating on Amazon or BN.com because they don’t like the cost.)
But I want to single out one on Amazon, which I wouldn’t have seen if the reviewer hadn’t sent it to me. Oh, I’ll check my rankings after a big media appearance, but I am holding firm to my pledge not to read about myself on the Internet. It’s a positive review, written by a librarian in Brooklyn. But the thing that blew me away is that she started with a line from the novel that I consider seminal, although I gave it to a character who is not particularly wise or self-aware. ”You get the world on loan, on terms you don’t dictate and can’t control.” Love me, hate me, all I ask is that readers accept the novel on its own terms. And you know what? Most do.
Today’s question: How do reviews affect you? Also, if you under the lede of the People review — could you explain it to me?
AP (Shout-out to Edgar (r) winner Bruce DeSilva for a tweet that was kinder than the headline — and, I would argue, closer to the spirit of what he wrote.)
Also two bonus links: The interview with Kate Atkinson (swoon!) and my turn as the Book Brahmin in Shelf Awareness. There are more, but I am so weary of myself. As the title of this blog indicates, these are the voices I can’t allow in my head when I’m writing. And the praise is much more dangerous than the criticism.