I always thought book reviewers were losers. I mean, you're taking another person, oh, just not another human, but an author, and giving his life's work a cursory glance and then proclaiming your snobbish opinion that will either way change his life. How do you think the writer must feel? He must be wary of picking up a newspaper. On top of that, the public listen to this commentator and thus form their judgments. The only way an artist can win the war against the critic, is to do something so ginormously extraordinary, that the critic will be totally and absolutely overawed.
Thus said, books, after arriving in book stores, are not sold by themselves. Their sold, and I mean bestseller multi million selling, when the conclusions of the Observer, the New York Times, or the Sunday Independent appears majestically on their front and back covers. I admit to choosing books just because of these names. It as if the final and ultimate judgment has been recorded. As if the words of these small persons, who will probably never write a book in their lives and realise the significance of a published story, are almost blessed.
Well, since I do not have the patience, the talent, nor the story, I like reviewing books. It gives me a sense of almost self worth. I hope you'll enjoy my humble efforts.
2 years ago
