I believe this is where I say: “Burn!”

Oh, so much happened today to amuse me. Just oodles of fun reading thanks to the Intarwebs and their love affair with drama. Or more accurately wank.

It’s not even worth the energy to type it all out because in the end, I do believe, this comment ends it all [emphasis mine]:

I’m an editor at one of the better-known publishing houses in North America, and the office was abuzz with this situation as an example of a deal-breaker when looking to sign on new authors. Ms. Malone’s excessively immature reaction to what was actually some very gentle criticism guarantees that she has no future in print other than with vanity presses. Believe me, we do use [G]oogle.

I just wanted to let you know; feel free to include this tidbit in your blog. :)

I’d also like to give a shout out to Goodreads, who not only responded to me personally about the attacks posted on their website and sent to me in a private message, but they subsequently removed her as a Goodreads author. A no-tolerance policy for personal attacks is exactly why I am so proud to be a librarian on the site.

Lastly, I want to extend a very warm thank you to Kat Richardson and Sam Hilliard for being awesome enough to let me vent about this to them on Twitter. You guys are full of win and that has nothing to do with how amazing your books are. (The books are just an added perk.) And to everyone else who was so supportive and kind about this, I sincerely appreciate it and dearly thank you as well.

I heart you all so much. :-)


For those that keep an eye for these things, I want to announce that I gave R. Malone written permission as of just a moment ago to repost my review of her book and my post in response to her message. I have requested she properly attribute me this time — and I will be checking. And that is all I’m saying on the matter.

Instead, I want to talk about pity.

I don’t really have much experience with it — giving or receiving. I think pity is a waste of time; empathy and sympathy are much more productive emotions. The way I see it, pity is not just feeling sorry for someone, but looking down at them for what you feel sorry about. Pitying someone really is a backwards way of making you feel better about yourself. That person being pitied has some negative attribute about them that you are inwardly glad to not have yourself.

Being blind I know there are people out there in the wide world who pity me. They’re the people who think it’s totally amazing that I can manage to dress myself in the morning with clothes that match and would be shocked into disbelief to know that I’m currently pursuing my second and third graduate degrees. They’re the people who use my own disability as an excuse for things, especially when it is completely not applicable. They’re pretty much everything that I despise about the world wrapped up in a person. And the worst part, they actually think they’re in the right!

But I’ve rather thankfully never had the opportunity to meet this head on. Ignorance drives me quite literally crazy with fury, so I’m sure that I wouldn’t handle it very well. Of course, as I’m sure most of you are fully aware of, I’m not exactly lacking in self-confidence or self-esteem. I don’t think I’m the greatest person in the universe, but I’m kind of sure I’m at least a little awesome. Sometimes. Even when the world seems bent on trying to prove otherwise, I can generally let it go. And so while something might get under my skin and pester me, it’s never the end of the world. It’s just another one of those things.

I’ve also learned through a lifetime of being blind and more than a dozen years working guide dogs that people will inevitably believe what they want to. They see what they want to and make their own conclusion. And no matter how intelligently you try to explain to them what really happened, they will still believe what they wish to. In fact, if anything the arguing just makes them dig their heels in more. Challenging a belief is like the worst taboo in life, even a stupid or insignificant belief. I think sometimes the more illogical a belief is, the more that person will fight to maintain it.

If life has taught me anything in my three decades it’s that it is hardly worth it. The people who matter are those that expect to be challenged in their outlook on things; they thrive on learning and growing and in turn they help you learn and grow, too. Those people are way more awesome than I’ll ever be, by the way.

My question remains: “How does NaNoWriMo apply to this?”

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy!

When I made my sorta-kinda resolution to get back into book blogging/reviewing, I may have forgotten that people don’t always take negative criticism well. As of this morning I am fully reminded.

A little over a week ago I posted a review of Crimson Rose. Frankly, I didn’t much like it. Initially on Goodreads I’d given it a two-star rating, but after thinking more about it I realized that the complaints I had with the book easily would have left me not even bothering to rate the book. Heck, I probably wouldn’t have finished it if I weren’t inexplicably drawn to the soap opera slash train wreck narrative. So, after a day or so I dropped a star. I didn’t edit a word of the review. Not a word. I never do with reviews, except when I notice a typo because I’m super anal like that.

This morning I receive a message from the author, R. Malone, with the subject line of “Fuck You, Jealous BITCH”. [ETA #4: Message removed by demand of author on grounds of copyright infringement.] The message itself is filled with profanity. After she inquires about my removal of the star and notes the disappearance of a comment I posted where I affirm some interest in reading the potential sequel based on the excerpts she has posted, she then begins to attack me. She states: “I’m finished putting up with jealous bitches like you, Cyndy. I guess if this first book goes to shit thanks to bitches like YOU, that’s perfectly fine. I don’t give a fuck anymore, I really, really don’t.” She ends the note by boasting that my negativity has done absolutely no harm to her book’s sales.

I’ll give her props for two things: (1.) She spelled my name right! (2.) She’s got guts. Though, possibly not so much sense. Especially if she thinks something like that is going to stay private with an avid blogger.

[ETA: I forgot to address the comment deletion. (Though, I did reply in the Goodreads review thread.) I didn’t delete them, whether the author chooses to believe this or not. I noted that much of my activity on Goodreads has been having some issues — including missing comments, unregistered votes, my missing wishlist on Bookswap, and supposedly receiving a book that was sent to Little Rock, AR — and that I’ve been in contact with Support about these issues. (Their last reply was to tell me they’re “researching the issues.”)]

Of course, that wasn’t nearly enough; she also left a comment on my profile and started attacking me on the review at Goodreads. [ETA #3: Her comments have since been deleted/edited by her. (Though, not before I flagged them for being slanderous and inappropriate.)] Apparently she reported the review. But I’m still very confused how my participation in NaNoWriMo for the last decade has any relevance to my disliking a book. Especially when I was pretty darn tactful. I could have easily ripped it to shreds in the review — I’ve done it before — but I actually didn’t want to. I mean, I didn’t hate the book. And let’s be honest, I knew she was going to read it and I didn’t want to start a, well, exactly this.

Does it make me a bad person that I’m laughing at the lack of maturity here?

ETA #2: Ah, she did finally answer my question about the Nano reference. Apparently, she’s under the impression that I feel I could write a better book, but since I’m obviously unpublished11 my critique is hardly relevant. I didn’t realize that my status as a reader was hindered because I don’t have my name in a fancy font on a book cover. Go figure.

Edit the Last: As of 5:00 p.m., I am shutting off comments to this post and ceasing any further response. I received a reply from Goodreads regarding the flagging of the original comments on the review there. They have deleted her comment from my profile and sent her a warning. Thanks everyone for your support. Let’s all move on, please.

  1. I’m guessing my inclusion in sociology journals doesn’t count. After all, those were just academic papers, right?

“Crimson Rose”

One of my favorite things about Goodreads is being able to interact with authors. Not only those whom I’ve followed for years, but authors whom I’ve just discovered or that are very newly published. Being able to see what other authors are reading, as well as my friends, has been a nice way to find new reads to check out. There’s also Bookswap and First Reads giveways to keep me well equipped with free, new books.

For instance, I came across Crimson Rose a few months ago when checking out some of the giveaways listed. The blurb was mildly interesting — basically a love story with a vampire who may or may not be evil incarnate — and so I perused the reviews a bit and found my interest being piqued. The mythology isn’t wildly new, but I’d certainly never read a book before about an ex-Nazi, vampire or otherwise. In general, everything I was reading about the book just gushed about how amazing it was. In fact, if it weren’t an outrageously priced paperback,1 I might have snatched it up as an impulse buy. So, I thought entering the giveaway was well worth it. When the giveaway ended — and I didn’t win — I went back and added the book to my to-read list, figuring I’d get to it eventually. I also added R. Malone as a friend and very quickly received a message from her asking if I’d be interested in a free digital copy of the book. And if you know me at all, you know I don’t turn away free books. So, she sent it along.

And, well, either I read a whole other book than the people who wrote those glowing reviews or they all have a problem with their brains being missing because this was not the masterpiece that it is made out to be. There’s a very promising premise, but the execution is horribly lacking. Mostly I’m shocked I finished it. With all the awesome books out there that I haven’t yet read (and those I wish to read again), I generally won’t waste time with a book that has a vast amount of issues.2

Book cover

Crimson Rose is one of those tragic books for me; one that I desperately tried to enjoy far more than I did. This is no doubt at least partially due to the author’s generous gift of a free copy and only serves to make me feel that my lack of enthusiasm regarding the book is downright cruel. Not to say that it is essentially a terrible novel because it really isn’t; Malone’s crafted world manages to put a surprisingly fresh spin on a mythos that’s been explored by countless others. Her characters are, for the most part, full of wonder and spark much interest in a reader. The story itself is especially intoxicating. The downfall for me is that try as I might, I could not get beyond the editorial problems within the book and these truly hindered my personal enjoyment.

The narrative of this novel starts off maddeningly slow and once it does get off the ground it comes off as a soap opera which only served to distance me from the events transpiring. It made it very hard to take anything seriously as the plot unfolded because I felt so alienated from the story due to my own distaste for the often clichéd dialogue, cheesy situations, and completely random plot twists that put the story in a totally different direction. Except the amusing thing is that this very set of issues is what kept me reading! Like an unwilling witness to a train wreck, the more out of place things became the more I felt compelled to continue. Regardless of the fact that I felt somewhat bombarded by the author’s obnoxiously frequent issue with word usage – or more accurately over usage. Many scenes that had the potential to be poignant or dynamic felt clumsy due to the repetitive nature of the vocabulary used. Moreover, and perhaps I’m being too nitpicky, I also was disappointed in the lack of scene-setting or descriptiveness. It isn’t until very late in the book that any real explanation is given for the environment the characters are in rather than an adjective or two.

Aside from the specifics of the storytelling, the stumbling block for me was the characterization or lack thereof in some cases. Often I found myself completely bewildered by Rose as she was thrust into various situations; I found myself anticipating a severe emotional reaction where instead she would take things perfectly in stride. Her world is turned upside-down time and again, her beliefs challenged repeatedly and through it all she steadfastly remains convinced of a seemingly impossible truth that Stefan is the perfect man for her. Meanwhile, Stefan himself is a complete enigma for me. Throughout the novel he showcases his ruthless and callous attitude and by the end he is basically redeemed without any evident changes to his core being. It feels hollow and forced to me and makes it difficult to maintain any semblance of interest in Rose’s choice to be with him.

Yet, for all of its shortcomings, I can’t entirely dislike this book. Malone truly does have a talent for building a complex and engaging story and has certainly created a unique enough world to capture the interest of a paranormal/urban fantasy fan. While, I was disappointed in the execution, I found myself deeply invested in the story and truly curious to see how the events would unfold. Still, the sad fact is, I sincerely believe this book could have used some further polishing before being published.

  1. Currently, $22.45 on Amazon. (I rarely will pay that much even for a new hardcover!)
  2. Like, you know, sucking beyond the telling of.