Will you join me at 8 pm New Years Eve to honor the young woman who lost her life to an unspeakable crime in India. I intend to shut my lights off for one minute of darkness and silence in her memory. Let the world know we care, let her family know she hasn’t been forgotten. When the lights are renewed so maybe will our hope for a less savage world. A small gesture, only one minute out of your life that you still have to live. Thank you.

When Writers Are Disparaged

Often times writers feel like giving up. Why? The review that shreds your work like chum thrown to sharks, or the unkind words of a blogger can dampen ones’ spirits even if they are wrong. PW posted this today and I couldn’t feel better. Look at the company we writers keep and think again what the future holds.

The 13 Worst Reviews of Classic Books

By Bill Henderson |
Oct 26, 2012

A quarter century ago, Pushcart editor Bill Henderson put together Rotten Reviews Redux, a collection of the meanest and most scathing reviews of classic books and the writers who penned them. The vitriol returns in a 2012 edition of the book with a new introduction from Henderson. We sorted through the book to find 13 of our favorites.

“The final blow-up of what was once a remarkable, if minor, talent.” The New Yorker, 1936, on Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner

“Whitman is as unacquainted with art as a hog is with mathematics.” The London Critic, 1855, on Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

“That this book is strong and that Miss Chopin has a keen knowledge of certain phrases of the feminine will not be denied. But it was not necessary for a writer of so great refinement and poetic grace to enter the overworked field of sex fiction.” Chicago Times Herald, 1899, on The Awakening by Kate Chopin

“What has never been alive cannot very well go on living. So this is a book of the season only…” New York Herald Tribune, 1925, on The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Here all the faults of Jane Eyre (by Charlotte Brontë) are magnified a thousand fold, and the only consolation which we have in reflecting upon it is that it will never be generally read.” -James Lorimer, North British Review, 1847, on Wuthering Heightsby Emily Brontë

“That a book like this could be written–published here–sold, presumably over the counters, leaves one questioning the ethical and moral standards…there is a place for the exploration of abnormalities that does not lie in the public domain. Any librarian surely will question this for anything but the closed shelves. Any bookseller should be very sure that he knows in advance that he is selling very literate pornography.” Kirkus Reviews, 1958, on Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

“Her work is poetry; it must be judged as poetry, and all the weaknesses of poetry are inherent in it.” New York Evening Post, 1927, on To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

“An oxymoronic combination of the tough and tender, Of Mice and Men will appeal to sentimental cynics, cynical sentimentalists…Readers less easily thrown off their trolley will still prefer Hans Andersen.” Time, 1937, on Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

“Its ethics are frankly pagan.” The Independent, 1935, on Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham

“A gloomy tale. The author tries to lighten it with humor, but unfortunately her idea of humor is almost exclusively variations on the pratfall…Neither satire nor humor is achieved.” Saturday Review of Literature, 1952, on Wise Blood by Flannery O’Connor

Middlemarch is a treasure-house of details, but it is an indifferent whole.” -Henry James, Galaxy, 1872, on Middlemarch by George Eliot

“At a conservative estimate, one million dollars will be spent by American readers for this book. They will get for their money 34 pages of permanent value. These 34 pages tell of a massacre happening in a little Spanish town in the early days of the Civil War…Mr. Hemingway: please publish the massacre scene separately, and then forget For Whom the Bell Tolls; please leave stories of the Spanish Civil War to Malraux…” Commonweal, 1940, on For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway

“Monsieur Flaubert is not a writer.” Le Figaro, 1857, on Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert



PW Daily  Tip Sheet

The Death of LikeUB

LikeUb closing down due to pressure

Translated from French

Hello to you all,

We, the founders of LikeUb, partners, employees and investors have the regret to announce the end of LikeUb. We finally closed on this day of December 27.
He lived, met tens of thousands of users made about him, led the praise and criticism for 10 months. 10 months during which we had a pleasure to serve you, to help you and relieve you of a difficult task which is building your popularity on the web.

A Web supposed to be an area of ​​freedom, becoming increasingly controlled penalized. As if the adventure ends here and now for us is indeed within the scope of the law. Law offices of Facebook have been in contact with us. They demanded the immediate and unconditional closing of LikeUb under penalty of prosecution, as well as a lifetime ban use Facebook personally.
This is not the first time the social network trying to block us and we knew in the past around unilateral sanctions. But this is the last time. LikeUb died. Death is not an end. This is the beginning of something else. We took the time to get together, organize ourselves and express ourselves.

We had an invaluable opportunity to work for you and with you and enjoy your advice. Your unfailing loyalty and trust you have placed in our project touches us deeply.

Thank you.

Thank you very much for all those hours you spent on LikeUb. Thank you for this adventure rich in experiences that we started and ended with you. For you, dear members of this extraordinary community.

And this is not done, we guarantee it. LikeUb is possibly extinct. But not our creativity, our ideas and our desire to contribute to the web. We will return very soon, we the same founders, partners, employees and investors, with a new project. Something much bigger. More efficient and independent.

Be patient dear members.

Thank you.

Your team LikeUb