My publicist at Flux sent word to me of a review of Epoch in The Globe and Mail. Naturally this got me very excited, so I followed the link and read the review...
Ouch. Not only did the reviewer say the book was "wooden", he subtly accused me of being a racist. Never saw that one coming. I got served, big time.
You can find the review here.
There's no such thing as bad publicity, but still...
Monday, September 10, 2007
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And how many novels has he published? Thought so. Take solace in the fact that you even have a published novel to criticize. I dream of the day when I get a negative review--because that means I'm legit! Non-friends and family are reading me!
Okay, so much for the positive spin. Show him up and get writing. Channel the emotion into something positive...
What Bill said. Chin up, T-Dawg!
T-Dawg? I like it. Thanks for the words of encouragement, guys. Much appreciated.
I have to pay to read the negative review! Hiss boo.
My roommate once told me that I made the angel Gabriel caucasian in a story I'd written about the Annunciation, because I said the angel's face was "fair." Then, I read Zora Neal Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God (I think that was the book), and the word "fair" was used for an African-American character to mean beautiful. So there. What did the reviewer think was racist?
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