I have been blessed with some of the most wonderful and heartfelt reviews of ATLMD that any one-off writer could possibly hope for, and I am very cognizant of the fact.
I am, I hope I have made clear, also grateful almost beyond words.
But I feel fairly sure that there are readers out there who are saying to themselves something along the lines of “Will the bloody woman NEVER be satisfied ? – how many reviews will it take to get her off this topic, for crying out loud ?!”
Simple answer: an infinite number.
When one writes a novel, one is extremely anxious that it be well received and well reviewed, right ? (I’m guessing, here, having never had the ability to do so.) After all, one has spent time and effort to the point of exhaustion thinking of the plot, the characters, the dialogue, the settings and, of course !, the dénouement. One wants all that to be suitably acknowledged; but more importantly, to be enjoyed.
When one writes a memoir, and especially a memoir dealing at least in part with an indescribably loved husband’s being lost forever, one is much more than extremely anxious. One has flayed oneself openly in order to set the scene for the memoir: one has let the world see just what one was.
Enough with all the third persons !
First, it is of paramount importance to me that people read my book and, I hope !, enjoy it, But it’s of whatever is the adjective one rung up from paramount (I know, I know, alright ?!) to learn that they derived enjoyment from reading it because they understood its purpose – the drive to keep my husband in this world by preventing his ever being forgotten. Or at least being remembered for a fucking long time !!!
And so there is never going to be a review that is unwelcome to this author (a more relevant word than ‘writer’, I think, in terms of my having so recently ascertained the absence of my muse); nor will there be one that I don’t post about.
I have another ready to post tomorrow, from my longtime Irish blogging friend JD Gallagher (Ed.: site now offline). And I HOPE HOPE HOPE that it will not be the last …