Well well well… It finally happened.
Hallo, yes, I’m back, by the way. Happy New Year! The Mayans didn’t get me!
You can expect to see a few more posts from me imminently, including some new reviews (yes, I am still reading, and enjoying some of those books). And, funnily enough, it’s reviews I wanted to talk about today.
I’ve been drifting along with Clown for a variety of reasons, but I’m very happy to have picked up a number of reviews on the Goodreads and Amazon US and UK sites, and for that, I’d like to thank the reviewers. Obviously, commenting directly on a review is usually regarded as taboo, so I’ll refrain from that, but I will make some mentions here.
However, this isn’t going to be of the “Argh! You posted something negative, therefore I must bash your own book in retaliation!” nature. See, I’ve picked up some three star reviews, and I’m actually pretty pleased with them. They offer an insight from a reviewer/audience perspective. Authors far too often get so caught up with their own baby that they’re convinced it’s the greatest thing ever written, and the readers who don’t appreciate it are morons. There was a lot of things I tried to do with Clown, playing gently with expectation and subverting the genre in small ways. From the technical format, through to perspective, and a whole host of other things. For my own amusement and experiment, more than anything else. Some of it works, some of it doesn’t, and different readers will see things differently.
Did they pick up on everything that I wanted them to as readers? No.
Is that their fault or mine? It’s mine. I’m the writer.
Did everything I tried to do work for the readers? No.
Is that their fault or mine? It’s mine. I’m the writer.
Did they get where I was coming from, did they understand the innermost workings of my mind every time? No.
Is that their… you know what? Let’s just make it very clear:
If the reader does not “get” or “appreciate” something I was trying to do or say in my book, it is not through any fault of theirs. I am the writer. I am the conveyor of my story. The words, the phrases, the settings, the characters, the scenes… they all come from my head. Any message I want to get across has to be delivered by my hands.
Oh, and this isn’t some self-pitying rant, by the way. No writer has the ability to reach every single reader on the planet. I’m comfortable and confident enough to know that my writing succeeded on some levels. I’m not arrogant enough to insist it succeeded on all levels. The feedback I receive gives me something to work on. I’m damned grateful for it. Admittedly, a small part of me wants to weep and wail, “Why don’t they like me?”, but that’s just a natural emotional response. Write something, anything, and you set yourself up as a target.
Which brings me on to the second part of this post. I’ve also been lucky enough to receive a one-star review on Amazon’s US and UK sites.
Strangely, this is from an unverified purchase, and not from someone I’ve provided a free copy to.
Oddly, the reviews make strange comments: “For a book about a clown, this isn’t even funny”, “This book is about a clown lost in his own labyrinth”.
Weirdly, they are the reviewer’s only reviews. Well, apart from the one review they’ve done on their own book. Funnily enough, that got five stars.
But most bizarrely of all, and surely coincidentally, they’re from an author who received a very poor review from me (although, I hasten to add, the review I did write was a much restrained and far less damning one than his book deserved).
Sigh.
The bullseye was placed on my book, and someone took a cheap shot at it. Am I going to lose any sleep over a negative, malicious review like that? Heh. If it had been a well-thought out critique, then I would spend a lot more time thinking about it. As it is, I’ll focus on my other reviews, from people who’ve taken the time to read and digest, and give me something constructive to work with.
Thank you, peeps. Here’s to a bright and prosperous 2013!



