Monday, January 6, 2014
I always do think of it as a response, not a judgment. Part of a feisty, ongoing dialogue—words fired at words. But I know I'm fooling myself. The dialogue can quickly turn to war. So I'm careful. I don't review my friends or authors whose work I already know I don't like. And I start every novel with a sense of hope. But then sometimes, for all your optimism, you just don't like it. And then, yes, you have to say so. But as a novelist myself—who knows how it feels to have your life force sucked out by the crushing power of a bad review—how do I ever justify pulling another author's work apart?
— Julie Myerson in Mortification: Writers' Stories of Their Public Shame