Okay, so I’ve been reading a lot about the new Donna Tartt novel. And yes, there was an article in Newsweek (which was very flattering) accompanied by a picture of her lounging across a fainting couch, looking entirely too Literary, with her dog. But still. All the hype in the world doesn’t make it right to be this mean. Ouch.

As someone who can remember pretty much verbatim every really bad review I’ve ever gotten—and I’m not putting myself on the level of Donna Tartt, just drawing from an experience we have, on some small level, in common—I have to say that a phrase like “an extended prose catastrophe” would haunt me for, oh, I don’t know, forever. It would follow me on vacation, ride shotgun in my passenger seat, settle itself in the eaves and dusty corners of my iving room.

Like I said, Ouch. I feel for her…