Reviews are opinions. That’s all. And I’ve had so many of them over the years that they tend not to stay in my head longer than it takes to read them. When I was much younger I’d walk around the house and put together long letters in my head to the reviewers I’d never send. These days if I think anything about bad reviews I think that maybe they’ll like the next book, or maybe they won’t, and then I get on with whatever I’m doing. It takes less energy.
Damn right. I still laugh out loud every time an austere editor wags his finger and says “A review must be objective.” What in f#%!’s name is that supposed to mean?
and i ate the whole watermelon all by myself a long time ago