A Virtual Pleasure: Book Reviews for New Writers
Let’s talk about book reviews. Book reviews for new writers, in particular.
Book reviews for new British writers who advertise on social networks and whose books are available on Amazon, to be precise. I am not (for even a tiny, miniscule moment) suggesting that established authors don’t crave the elusive five gold Amazon stars as much as the hardened amateur; but for new writers they are akin to being crowned as the Most Amazing Person in the World.
Living in the age of social networking, new books are easier to advertise, easier to access and reviews easier to obtain. Does a five gold star review mean as much as it would have meant pre-Twitter? Does a review written by a ‘friend’ whose real life is incidental mean as much as a review written by a beautifully anonymous perfect stranger?
No, is the answer. It doesn’t. Much of modern day life is conducted via virtual reality. Twitter folk know the ‘us’ we want to portray; the us who is perpetually amusing and informative, the us who they love so much they could not bear to allocate less than five gold stars to the book they read because we bombarded them with links for three weeks. Facebook friends know when we are tired, when we have bought a new kitten, when we are eating our dinner.
Generally, we know these people in real life; they know the real-life actual us, therefore they are also likely to put down their kittens and write a stonking review.
People who don’t know us; they are possibly the people who count the most. They read our offerings because they want to. They happen upon them via a retweet or a link to a page, or an inadvertent Googling incident. They read the whole thing, because they want to, then they put it down/switch it off and think ‘I like that so much, I am going to jolly well write a fucking stonking review.’ So they do. And whether they allocate three stars, four stars, or five stars, it means more than the world.
Not that we should be ungrateful; Twitter and Facebook are amazing platforms and we certainly cannot sneer at the opportunities they offer us. However, there is possibly nothing quite as satisfying as knowing that a stranger, the beautifully anonymous perfect stranger, has delved into our words and emerged, satisfied, clutching five gold stars.