I recently got an
excellent write up in the London Review
of Books, which is enormously prestigious among the literati, and as a
direct result, a great many 'influential' people have suddenly decided that I
must be a talented writer who needs to be treated with respect. These people
are incapable of forming opinions of their own, they simply venerate those
writers who've been handed accolades by others. The vast majority of those who
attain positions of 'responsibility' in the publishing industry feel deeply
insecure about their ability to do the job for which they're paid, and quite
rightly do not trust their own powers of judgement. This fact partially
accounts for the abysmal state of British publishing, which is run by twats who
are more interested in social climbing than creating a vibrant culture.
Snobbery is second nature to these cretins, grasping the movement of
post-modern culture is completely beyond them.
Thanks! Keep 'em coming!
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