Well, I read my first negative review today. It’s over on Cheryl Morgan’s Emerald City website. While I recognise, on an intellectual level, that not everyone will enjoy the book, it is difficult not to feel sharp disappointment. I wonder why a negative review casts a shadow over the positive ones disproportionate to its value as a review. Perhaps it taps into anxiety. It’s true enough that all the good work in Deja Vu is difficult to remember; its failures, where scenes didn’t work quite the way I wanted, are much more salient.
Right. Well. I wrote three more paragraphs after this one, and now I’ve deleted them because they can summarised thusly: whinge whinge whinge. There’s isn’t much point in picking over the bones. At least the book was reviewed.