I am completely fascinated by book reviews, actually much more so than books themselves. I find it enlightening and interesting to see what someone has said about a particular book. I must admit that there are times I hop over to Amazon just for that reason. I’ll pick an author, possibly known but usually unknown to me, and I’ll read what people say about him or her. The vast array of opinions can be dizzying. But here lies the truth that all authors must embrace: someone won’t like your writing no matter what you write.
Here are two reviews of my second novel, The Recluse Storyteller:
Review A: “Exquisite Multi-Layered Story”
Review B: “Conceptually brilliant. Poorly executed.”
It does make me chuckle how opinions can vary so much. If I had to choose one, I’ll choose the first one. But I don’t get to choose. I have to accept both of them because both are valid opinions.
I’ll admit, The Recluse Storyteller is structured in quite an unorthodox way. At one point, it’s the author, me, telling the story of Margaret, the recluse, telling the story of Quan, a survivor of a massacre in Vietnam, telling the story of Vinh, the person who gave him (Quan) hope and a new life.
Whew! Yes, it can be a little confusing. I’ve heard from many reviewers, actually, that at first, they weren’t sure if they were going to like The Recluse Storyteller because of it’s unique structure.
I knew that some people wouldn’t get it, and I’ll have to live with the fact that someone out there thinks it was a poorly executed story. I’ll respect that opinion.
But I’ll also admit, I feel blessed to see that most of my readers do get what I was trying to accomplish with this novel, and that is satisfying indeed.
I don’t really know any authors who like bad reviews and neither do I, but I also don’t mind them either. I have my opinions about books and movies, and I’m not afraid to share them so neither should others – even when it’s my work they are negatively reviewing. It is a natural part of being any type of creative artist. People are so diverse in their likes and desires that no one can please everyone, nor should they.
Wouldn’t the world be rather boring if that was the case?