“Ah, Reviews”

It is fascinating to me how we are all so similar and yet so individually unique. Our perceptions of similar things we see and hear can be so different that it might seem impossible that we have witnessed the very same incident. Three people may witness a traffic accident, and by the time the police have asked each of them what they saw, they might have three totally different stories. What about book reviews?

My novel, The Priest and The Peaches, has received a multitude of reviews since it launched two months ago. The book deals with five newly-orphaned Catholic kids who are trying to stay together as a family. The parish priest is their guide as they try to navigate the waters of “grown-up world”. For the most part the reviews have been great. There was even one from an atheist in the UK who wrote that he was “so glad he read it because it actually made religion sound nice”. There’s a home-run for you.

Then there was one from a reviewer who wrote that this was “the first time I have to do a SCATHING review”. She literally hated the book, and wrote that it took her three weeks to force herself to get through six chapters (there are 20) and after that she “could not go on”. She hated the theme, the characters (especially the priest), the grammar, the punctuation, and even bashed the publisher for publishing it. It was almost as if the book made her angry.

The point is this: As a writer you squirrel yourself away in your little writing hole and do your thing. You pour your time and effort and sweat into creating and putting together your work, always clouded by a veil of insecurity that it is “not good enough”. Then the work gets out there. Now you are the quarterback who has just thrown a long pass down-field. If you’re good enough, most of the time you will hit your target. But you will NEVER hit it every time.