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Nov. 15th, 2008
An interesting change of pace
Nov. 15th, 2008 07:03 pmWhat about book reviews that are too favorable, that the author themselves realize are just too, too much?
The same authors who mope and whine about a negative comment here and there are only too glad to accept praise that is not warranted, kudos they do not deserve. But how often does an author ever come out and admit that the praise showered on his book was excessive, inappropriate, ill-considered, unseemly or flat-out wrong? That’s the sort of thing that takes real moral fiber, real guts. You know, like admitting that H. L. Mencken wouldn’t have been caught dead beaming at your book.
The same authors who mope and whine about a negative comment here and there are only too glad to accept praise that is not warranted, kudos they do not deserve. But how often does an author ever come out and admit that the praise showered on his book was excessive, inappropriate, ill-considered, unseemly or flat-out wrong? That’s the sort of thing that takes real moral fiber, real guts. You know, like admitting that H. L. Mencken wouldn’t have been caught dead beaming at your book.
An interesting change of pace
Nov. 15th, 2008 07:03 pmWhat about book reviews that are too favorable, that the author themselves realize are just too, too much?
The same authors who mope and whine about a negative comment here and there are only too glad to accept praise that is not warranted, kudos they do not deserve. But how often does an author ever come out and admit that the praise showered on his book was excessive, inappropriate, ill-considered, unseemly or flat-out wrong? That’s the sort of thing that takes real moral fiber, real guts. You know, like admitting that H. L. Mencken wouldn’t have been caught dead beaming at your book.
The same authors who mope and whine about a negative comment here and there are only too glad to accept praise that is not warranted, kudos they do not deserve. But how often does an author ever come out and admit that the praise showered on his book was excessive, inappropriate, ill-considered, unseemly or flat-out wrong? That’s the sort of thing that takes real moral fiber, real guts. You know, like admitting that H. L. Mencken wouldn’t have been caught dead beaming at your book.
