I'm home from the road for a day or two. I've been terribly remiss and will post more about the tour and catch up on some things later today. But I just had to pop in and mention that Calling Mr. Lonely Hearts was reviewed in the New York Times Book Review today!
I'll say right up front that it's what my dearly departed old grandpa would call a "stinker." The book is apparently emblematic of the decline of western civilization as a whole or something. Whatever. (Not sure why it was reviewed by the mystery/crime person, given that it's horror. Then again, they don't even review horror much unless it's by the big names....) I cried, then pouted, then got a little angry. I'm mostly over it now. The cool thing is that it's a badge of honor that I get to wear forever--I was reviewed in the NYT! Far more famous writers than I survived thrashings there, so I feel like I'm in good company.
This is my blog, so I get to riposte with whatever in the heck I want. As with Isabella Moon, I continue to polarize reviewers utterly. Here's the link to the lovely Publisher's Weekly Review as well as (and this gives me great pleasure because it's one of those *gasp* online review sites of the sort that many journalists look down upon) a rather more thoughtful description and evaluation of the novel by Michael Leonard at curledup.com.
More later.
