Why This Sometimes Takes Forever
Posted February 14, 2015on:
Some books are really easy to write a review for.
Others, not so much.
Some books fight me every step of the way when I’m trying to write the review. it’s like they do not want to be reviewed. Maybe they are shy, and don’t want to be talked about? Maybe they don’t like to be the center of attention? Maybe I should stop personifying a stack of paper and ink.
When the book fights me, sometimes I’ll fight back with instrumental music. Maybe classical stuff, maybe modern stuff or a movie soundtrack. I’ve been on an Escala kick lately. This is music I can get lost in, a musical current that pulls me along to who knows where. I don’t know where I’ll end up. It’s the same as “getting lost in” a book.
Those books that fight me when I’m trying to review them? It’s not the book that’s fighting, it’s me. If the book had an emotional effect on me, I want my review to reflect that journey, that being pulled along by the current, not knowing where I’ll end up. If the book broke my heart, I want the act of writing the review to rebreak it. If the book filled me with joy, I want the act of writing the review to add even more joy to my life. If the book took me somewhere new, I want the review to do the same. I want my reviews to be a mirror of what I experienced while reading the book.
And I sure as hell do not wake up every day with that kind of writing chops. Being able to create that mirror is a psychological state of mind for me. Sometimes I’m in a rush, or I’m tired, or I feel obligated to get the damn review up. Sometimes the book didn’t put up a fight. But because sometimes I can’t do anything less than write a review that’s worthy of the book, I’m willing to wait for that state of mind, or take steps to trigger it.
If the book fights me, that’s a good sign. It means I had something to fucking say that I wanted said in just the right way.
That’s why this sometimes takes so damn long.