“Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.”
― Bob Dylan
Out of boredom, I suddenly turn to reading book summaries and reviews from a particular site.
I was astonished to find so many ratings and reviews from avid book readers, and I observed how they vary from opinions to preferences.
What I can’t understand, though, is the fact that some people who clearly don’t care for a certain book would make a review out of it while admitting that they haven’t gotten past chapter one. Are they kidding me? If I profess to hate a certain book, I won’t touch it with a 10 foot pole, much less be bothered to rate and review it.
And instead of saying something about the book, why it’s a good read or not and enumerating the good or bad thing about it, they proceeded to give lengthy paragraphs about how much they loathe the book without really giving the reason why. Others even gush how they would like to change the ending because they are not satisfied and would rather resort to fan fiction because of their huge disappointment. Oh, Lord.
Alright. Some of them did write good reviews, and a few of them I bothered to read even though I have a fairly good idea about the book. They pointed out the clichés of the plot, the flatness of the characters, the loopholes throughout the story and the writing style of the author. But for the life of me, I can’t take them all seriously.
They have this air of arrogance as if their tastes are way superior to all that they take it upon themselves to trash some good literary works. Seriously, they even think Gabriel García Márquez and Carlos Ruiz Zafón are no good. But maybe, to each his own.
I just wish that they would pay more attention to their writing. Some of them can’t even tell the difference between “there” and “their” but they have the gall to criticize the authors’ grammar and vocabulary. And please, may they refrain from mentioning that they’re an English major, an English teacher and a writer?
For those who claim how disappointed they were when a certain book turned out to be far from great than what they expect, I hope that someday they would come around into writing their own masterpiece. I wish them luck, and may they indeed write something far greater than the book they consider tasteless and flat.
From now on, I’m deaf and blind from all critics. I can choose any book I’d like to read, movies to watch, music to listen to and sports people to idolise. I think I can very well tell which one will appeal to my taste better than anyone else.