Louise asked me to write a
piece, from the perspective of a new writer, on the subject of book
reviews. From a readers’ point
of view, a book review is an interesting and useful tool in helping you decide
to buy a book – or not. From a writer’s
viewpoint (especially a new writer) they are close to being a major breach of
the Geneva Convention on Warfare. Or citeable as a cruel and unusual
punishment. And that’s the good ones!
bit of a sea-change with the growing involvement of the internet. Now, I
write what I assure people is comic fantasy. If you fancied such a book,
you could turn on your computer, search Google, and see what came up.
Alternatively, you might seek out the book review websites and blogs like this
one, and see what they had to say. Either way, you would soon be looking
at a truckload of books and mostly both the titles and the authors would be complete
unknown. Bet you’ve never heard of me before, and (trust me on this) you
aren’t the only one. But I’d like to be known, and not only to the
police! Aside from a major lottery win, it’s unlikely unless my stuff starts
selling. And that means getting reviews.
that? Well, I’ll bet that Louise for one practically has to hide from her
postman as he delivers the begging letters and offers of free books in exchange
for a review. Her email inbox probably overflows in the same way. I
expect she wears the delete key out every six months. And every one of
those letters/emails is from an unknown hoping that someone will look at their
book and say something nice about it. Or something horrid about it.
Anything about it, really.
a bit like sitting in a cinema during a horror movie, waiting for that moment. Remember when you
saw Alien for the first time?
occasional poor review as well as all the good ones. Our egos are crying out
for praise, but customers like balance – and that means getting the occasional
poor review too.
read a book review and shake your head over the shortcomings the reviewer has
found and exposed, remember that somewhere there might just be an author
punching the air in delight, screaming: “Yes! She didn’t like it!”
land with a rich cultural heritage. He
does his best to support this heritage by yelling loud encouragement at the TV
when Wales are playing International Rugby and drinking local beers, although
(of course) never to excess.
now writes in a desperate attempt to avoid terminal atrophy of his brain. A fifty-something lover of blues, rock and
jazz he has now achieved a lifetime ambition by extending his bookcases to fill
an entire wall of his home office.
after defeating the Dark Lord in the lake District, Chris and Linda get a
letter – followed by a knock on the door.
Their friends are back, and they are in trouble – again.
have played another gig. But this time
the feedback has blown apart the Throne of The Mountain King, and The Banned
must replace it, on pain or, well, pain.
But the junior dark Lord wants his revenge, if his Satnav doesn’t
prevent him from following the band.
Grizelda, off-white witch and occasional aunt to the teenagers, is
rather busy with some mad monks who want to conquer the world, starting with
Wales. Will Dai the Drinking Dragon
help? Will the Tuatha stay out of the
pub long enough to render assistance? If
not, Jailhouse Rock looms for the Banned Underground…