She went on to cast aspersions on the successes of some best-selling authors whose writing was simply not very good, she thought, but whose were aided by the benefit of the powerful publishing publicity machine – citing Bret Easton Ellis' latest book, Imperial Bedrooms, as one such example.
"I'm writing a 1,500 word review of it – the size of which alone will overwhelm what I say. It's not a case of cream rising to the top but skimmed milk rising – of the 'no fat' kind. The book doesn't deserve the attention. It's ghastly. In the meantime, there are lots of books that will not be reviewed," she said."
Never mind the rough economics of the writing game, folks. The real fear is in getting reviewed by a bombproof novelist.