Rick Moody Hates the Players, Not the Game

Hatchet victim Rick MoodyPhoto: Emma Dodge Hanson/Courtesy of Little, Brown
As many of you may know, I personally have ample reason to detest that modern institution of deracinated book criticism known as "book reviewing." For this reason: I am widely regarded to have received one of the worst reviews ever written. (I won’t remind you if you didn’t read it or hear about it.) I admit, it’s true, that there are days when I would be happy to blast most of the well-known book reviewers in the United States out into space.
Moody's referring, of course, to Dale Peck's infamous slam of his novel The Black Veil in the New Republic — the review that started "Rick Moody is the worst writer of his generation" and went downhill from there. To his credit, Moody rallies; he hates the players, not the game, and implores editors to remember that "book culture drives American culture." And it takes some guts for a hatchet victim to stick his neck out in defense of the executioners.
Speak Up in Defense of Book Reviews [Critical Mass]

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