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A book. A review. A meltdown.

A British author was fortunate enough to get her book considered by an online reviewer. She disagreed with his opinion. Well, disagreed is wrong. She went ballistic.

I’m not going to mention her name, because I think she’s had enough publicity for one lifetime. She may have been humbled somewhat by the reaction to her reaction. Countless readers – alerted to the public meltdown that was happening – launched their own comments and the blog went viral.

The author bragged about her five star reviews on Amazon. Ooops. Now, an average 1.5 stars. It would be lower except for the early padding by friends and family.

There is a lesson here. Maybe more than one.

At the top is that, Al – who operates the blog – must be a decent sort. He eventually closed the column to comments when the author was being bludgeoned. It’s one thing to kick in a karate match. When the opponent is on the ground and the pummeling continues, it’s not a match any longer: it is a gang and a victim.

Unfortunately, the author deserved the initial roundhouse, when she came out swinging. Let me tell you, bad reviews hurt. But if you can’t live through them as a writer, you need to stick with reading. Not everyone likes the same books. That is a fact.

Even established authors get bad reviews. The good reviewers can critique without being hateful, and that is what Al, the blogger did. His pilers-on were just as hateful as the author’s crude comments.

The other lessons? Awww, the heck with it. This isn’t a writer’s school, it is a bookseller’s blog.

But if I read your book and give it two stars instead of five, it is only my opinion. Don’t go all ballistic – chill out. Read some books. Take mental notes.

Write some more.

Big-D, B-day.

Back in the day, small-town radios would dedicate songs at night, and announce birthdays in the morning. By the time I was getting a regular radio paycheck, those days were gone.

Dustin

Beast at rest. The dog, too.

Still, I managed to work my son’s birthday into the program. Radio is a fleeting thing, and more than likely he never heard his name mentioned. I knew that, of course. I worked morning drive and if he was awake, he would be getting ready for school, and later – settled into his desk. I tried to time it so the mention had the greatest chance of his hearing it.

I think I believed that such a public declaration made it more valid.

I still have a microphone in front of me. Instead of the radio studio, I can record the occasional commercial ad directly onto my computer, to email to the agency. Can’t broadcast birthday wishes though.

So, here is my alternative, my public declaration. An internet wish for a Happy Birthday, to be delivered to my wonderful son, Dustin, on this special day – his birthday.

I hope the day brings something fine, and the recollection that your family loves you dearly.

Book bones.

Okay, so I don’t get out much. At least in the TV universe. Six seasons in, and I finally saw my first episode of Bones.

Bones

Book'em Bones

Noteworthy? In some ways. (One of them: how I could go six years without running across the show…)

The program is based (loosely) on author Kathy Reichs suspense book series featuring forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan. In her books, Brennan moonlights as an author writing about a forensic anthropologist named Kathy Reichs. Talk about art imitating life. Reichs, in fact, is a forensic anthropologist.

[Editor’s note: The previous paragraph may contain a record number of occurrances of the word ‘anthropologist.’]

It isn’t the first TV series to have a run based on a book series.

Once upon a time, there was an actor named Robert Ulrich who starred in a show called Spencer: For Hire. He was a detective created by the late Robert Parker, who had several successful crime books in series.

Showtime had a hit with Dexter, a criminal vengeance sort, based on the series written by Jeff Lindsay.

James Patterson hasThe Womens Murder Club, a group of crime solving socialites, which was adapted for a short-lived program in the 2007-2008 season. The books have lasted much longer, and continue to sell.

It’s surprising – given the number of series books out there – that more of them haven’t been adapted to television.

I’ve seen real-life author Michael Connelly making appearances on the ABC dramedy Castle. Why not a series based on Connelly’s character Harry Bosch? TV can always used another police detective show…

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