It’s no secret that I have very little patience with those litbloggers who bash out something like a review a day. This is reading? Sure, go ahead and race through a racy novel, but remember that, like the best sex, the best prose is meant to last the longest.
Colin Robinson on the state of publishing:
Perhaps the problem has to do with more than just the way in which words are transmitted. People bowl alone, shop online, abandon cinemas for DVDs, and chat to each other electronically rather than go to a bar. In an increasingly self-centred society a premium is placed on being heard rather than listening, being seen rather than watching, and on being read rather than reading.
And unfortunately, an awful lot of writers seem to be more interested in being read (and published) than in the long – very long – apprenticeship of writing. To those of you who publish online, I say: stop counting those hits. They mean nothing.
Signpost: Frank Wilson, who is exactly right about discernment – though not just in publishing. Litbloggers please take note.