Having more experience with smoke being blown up certain places than with having my work independently reviewed, I tell myself honesty is best. And I mean it, in a puckered and clenched sort of manner. Any publicity is good publicity? Do we really want people to be honest? Big question that. It’s a backhanded compliment to be told, “Well, at least he’s honest.”
I also have wide-ranging experiences of people saying they’re going to do something and then they don’t. Students, contractors, HR interviewers at fortune 500 firms, and the guy in the mirror are all guilty of this.This time I was pleasantly surprised on both aforementioned cynical-me topoi (used in a more general / material sense for you Aristotle nerds out there).
About a month ago I received an email from Jill Domschot informing me she would be reviewing Under a Cloven Moon: The Santanta Run. Having visited and commented a time or two on her blog, this offered an unexpected addition to my day. The content of her blog always strikes me as honest, sharp, and erudite – setting certain expectations about just how honest and sharp of a review did I want. And, one of the little voices in my head kept telling me to believe it when I could see it.So, voila, about a month later, here’s the review. Jill, if you’re out there, thank you so much. Luck indeed. And no, I didn’t send her a basket of cookies to do this (not that I’m above doing that).