Young Bert: still cute.
A spinster aunt knows she’s doin’ something right, or possibly wrong, with the good old blog when it elicits comments like this one from reader Christine:
"I read this blog for the first time yesterday and it haunted me all night."
Does one laugh or cry?
Meanwhile, Jim Butcher, author of Storm Front, a book I tore up and threw across the room a while ago, has written me a very nice email rebutting some of my criticisms. He also suggests, in so many words, that I am an ass. Like so many before him, alas.
He is right. I am not, it turns out, made of marble, and can certainly see how an author might view it as a purely gratuitous insult when some chump heâ€™s never met or heard of has, out of the clear blue sky, publicly made unflattering personal insinuations, including calling him a â€œchucklehead,â€ for cheap laughs. So I take this opportunity to express remorse for my ethical lapse. I may be an unpaid hack, and this blog may never be seen by more than, what, a few thousand people in the world, but thatâ€™s no reason not to strive for at least the bare minimum, standards-wise.
I have asked Jim to permit me to post the aforementioned email, and will add it here if he agrees, which I hope he will, as it contains some pretty choice jibes, including his speculative musings on the character of a person who would mangle an unarmed book in a fit of rage.