book reviews, reading

How The Other Half Reads.

Stolen off Slate, abridged because it’s so long. I’ve slashed way down, close to half. It’s still 1300+ words.


If my snatch is illegal, somebody tell me and I’ll report it in my own words or delete it. Find it on in the Slate Book Review. The original title: In Praise of Reader Reviews.

By Laura Miller

There are plenty of reasons to dislike Amazon reviews. Every author has a war story about absurd one-star reviews written by dolts. But here’s my semi-shameful secret: I like reader reviews. I often make a point of seeking them out. You can find reviews on Amazon and (even more commonly) on Goodreads that are as considered, thorough, and well-written as anything that used to appear in your local newspaper. But actually I don’t care much about those reviews. I go to reader reviews to see how the other half reads.

Crucially, the internet has made it simply impossible for me to kid myself that there’s a widely shared agreement on what constitutes good writing or a good book. This, I realize, will be viewed as the violation of a sacred trust by some of my fellow critics, who see our role as that of knights defending the citadel of Literature from barbarian hordes waving Fifty Shades of Grey.  Not only do I think the citadel can take care of itself, but I always want to know what the barbarians are so worked up about. Besides, some of them are not actually barbarians at all, just tired, overworked women who have finally found a bit of recreational reading that hits the spot.

I’m especially intrigued by reader reviews written by people unfamiliar with the vocabulary of literary criticism. They aim to describe experiences that most of us recognize but that can be hard to articulate, and they have to make up the language for it as they go along. Sometimes they acquit themselves pretty well, as in the following review, of David Mitchell’s Cloud Atlas, posted by one Jesse Messerli:

To me it seemed like the author had a few ideas for completely unrelated stories, and because none of them were really that good on their own, he decided to combine them all and try to connect them in some way in order to reveal something about the nature of man. After reading the previous reviews I kept expecting it to get better. I kept waiting for some magical revelation that would make it all worth it. I felt as if I was trudging through piles of garbage in hopes of finding the treasure at the end. However once I got halfway through I find that there is no treasure, but I have to turn around and trudge back out of all the garbage and see if there is treasure back at the start. When I finished that I realized that there is no gold nugget hiding anywhere, just miles of trash.

Few professional critics could get away with such a passionately querulous outburst, not to mention that comparison to trudging through piles of garbage—it’s so over the top—and yet isn’t that exactly how reading a frustrating book feels? While I enjoyed reading Cloud Atlas myself, my heart goes out to Messerli. I’ve been there, pal.

In perusing reader reviews over the years, I’ve noticed two words cropping up approvingly again and again, words that rarely appear in professional reviews: “fast” and “flow.” These, I’ve concluded, refer to much the same quality, something that violently disgusts my most discriminating literary friends: cliché. A “fast read” is a book that “flows,” in prose that calls no attention to itself by virtue of being utterly familiar. You can swallow it in huge gulps and finish in a few hours, if you’re not too picky. Eventually, I’d discover C.S. Lewis’ astute explanation of the appeal of clichés for readers who consume books solely for their diverting plots. They like this kind of writing, he writes,

…  because it is immediately recognizable. “My blood ran cold” is a hieroglyph of fear. Any attempt, such as a great writer might make, to render this fear concrete in its full particularity, is doubly a chokepear to the unliterary reader. For it offers him what he doesn’t want, and offers it only on the condition of his giving to the words a kind and degree of attention which he does not intend to give. It is like trying to sell him something he has no use for at a price he does not wish to pay.

The story flowed effortlessly and keep [sic] the interest going,” wrote Martha Silcox of Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code, a book whose hackneyed prose makes me grind my teeth. Fiction that flows never calls upon its readers to slow down and contemplate or admire any of its parts. It also doesn’t feature narrative gaps that oblige the reader to puzzle out what’s going on.

I’ve learned to accept that a good number of the books I adore are in some part simply unintelligible to many readers.

The lament that “nothing happens” in a novel often means that the main character or characters don’t drive the novel’s action or events; things happen, but they happen to the characters rather than being caused by them. People want to read about characters they like and identify with, which often means characters who take charge of their destinies instead of passively moping around being “whiny” (another common complaint). What literary critics seem to most prize–beautiful sentences–barely seems to count at all. Reader reviews will occasionally praise an author’s style, but so many of them describe The Da Vinci Code as “well-written” that to me the phrase has come to seem meaningless.

Reader reviewers often take critics to task for praising a “bad book” simply because all of their peers do. Often they seem to believe that critics have conspired to sell the public a bill of goods on hopelessly pretentious writers with nothing of interest to say—or at least to overinflate the work of their own impenetrable darlings. But reader reviews also offer lovely instances of serendipity, when some naïf encounters the work of a much-touted modern master with no notion of the author’s renown.

One of my favorite reader reviews ever is for Amazons: An Intimate Memoir by the First Woman Ever to Play in the National Hockey League, by Cleo Birdwell, published in 1980. Literary insiders are aware that Birdwell is a pseudonym of Don DeLillo, the revered postmodern novelist, who apparently wrote this manifestly fictional “memoir” solely for money. Every reviewer comes to a new DeLillo novel knowing that he’s thought to be a genius, and once an author’s reputation is that exalted, I’ll level with you: It can indeed affect your response to the book. But had no inkling of this in 1998, when he wrote on Amazons’ Amazon page:

A friend of mine found this book in hc for 75 cents in k-mart when i was around 13. she got it for me because i was a huge ny rangers fan & wanted to play hockey. the book turned out to have little to do with hockey, but was truly different & funny in a seinfeld kind of way. there are certain moments & phrases from it that i will never forget. i lent it to one friend who loved it as much as i did, and then another who was not impressed and eventually lost it. i have never ever seen another copy, and it appears that she never published anything else. cleo birdwell, where are you???

I sometimes think that may be the most honest rave Don DeLillo has ever gotten.

So I’ll never denounce the abundant proliferation of reader reviews, not even the ones that lambast my own book. One-star reviews testify to a loss of faith, and they wouldn’t get written if that faith didn’t keep rising up in the first place. Each review represents an instance of someone taking a chance, opening the covers of a book and allowing an author’s words into her head with the hope that something magical might result. And I just can’t see anything bad about that.



7 thoughts on “How The Other Half Reads.

  1. mimispeike says:

    “Fiction that flows never calls upon its readers to slow down and contemplate or admire any of its parts. It also doesn’t feature narrative gaps that oblige the reader to puzzle out what’s going on.”

    I disagree with that. But this is an article (already disappeared from the front page of Slate, after less than a day) that is worth reading.

    Slate Books has some good stuff. There’s a piece on Tristram Shandy that I’m dying to see, but you have to join Slate Plus and pay.

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  2. DocTom says:

    There’s a lot of truth here. My favorite poor review of my book (on GoodReads) starts with:

    If reading this book, do NOT muli-read. This book will need your FULL attention.”

    Then further on:
    “This is a Syfy based book that makes me think of mix between Stargate, Doctor Who and another show, I can’t remember the name of, all together to make a book.
    To be honest I hate Doctor Who and Stargate. Both are highly confusing. Which, sadly, is this book.

    On the other hand, one of my favorite positive reviews begins:

    “In a world filled with dystopian novels and far-reaching plots, I have to say, I enjoyed the Agony of the Gods:Softly Falls the Snow by Tom Wolosz. Why? Because I wasn’t spoon fed each scene, I had to think about what was written, and for me, that is like waving a red flag or something.”

    The big problem with on-line reviews is whether potential readers actually read the reviews and then self-segregate, or just look at the total rating. At least if they bother to read the reviews they can decide which reviewers have views similar to their own. For instance, most folks I’ve spoken to about this smile when I refer to the first review. The general response coming down to “if this person was confused by Dr. Who….”

    On the other hand it is a fact of life that if you go into a bookstore and check out the SciFi shelves you might find a copy or two of books by Connie Willis, Gene Wolfe, or Paolo Bacigalupi, but you’ll find entire shelves of Halo novels, etc. I confess that for years I read StarTrek novels. I recognized that 9 out of 10 were trash, but after a busy day they went down really easy, and you really did know what you were getting.

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    • GD Deckard says:

      I cannot recall ever reading a book because of its reviews. Maybe a book came to my attention because it got such good reviews that it was widely publicized. So I havta ask, do Amazon reviews ever result in wider publicity?

      Liked by 1 person

      • DocTom says:

        Hard to say. I know that the millennials almost live and die by on-line reviews. Probably, though, more a matter of the reviews either being the final nudge to complete a purchase, or the signpost that says “skip this.”
        I’ve skipped a couple of books that were either recommended to me or were by an author I was somewhat ambivalent about due to the reviews on Amazon.

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  3. GD Deckard says:

    “…impossible for me to kid myself that there’s a widely shared agreement on what constitutes good writing or a good book.”
    I love that! It’s right on. Like Doc admits, I too have read trash sci-fi to ward off burn-out from overwork.
    Some things are (limited) fact and some things are (unlimited) opinion.
    Thanks, Mimi. Glad you snatched this 🙂


  4. mimispeike says:

    I have my favorite news sites, and others must surely have theirs. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a permanent feature advertising stand-out articles on reading, writing, publishing, etc. I come across them quite often.

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  5. mimispeike says:

    DJ Lutz just posted this on Facebook:

    “Reconnected with an expat from Penguin’s online writer’s group, Book Country. The site has been left to wither on the vine from the vintner, so to speak. A sad fate, but not worth the time to lament here on FB. Anyhow, this person along with a few others have started up a new site in an attempt to revive collegiality, collaboration, and to provide a space for open discourse on any and all subjects pertinent to writers. The Writer’s Coop by name, this could be a veritable 21st century Stratford-on-Odeon if the cards are played well. I hope so. More to come.”

    Why hasn’t he popped up here? He has a problem with WordPress, he suddenly can’t get into WordPress. I don’t know. Something. He’s trying. Strange. For now, talk to him on Facebook.

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