Romans & histoires New York Times Review Of Books

The New York Times feature published on a Sunday in November. I read it at the kitchen counter in the Capitol Hill apartment at seven in the morning with Eleanor in the carrier against my chest and Julian beside me with his coffee and the Washington November morning outside the window doing what November mornings did which was arrive cold and clear and entirely without apology for what the year had cost to produce them. The feature ran to four thousand words.

Emma answered the call, still nestled against Jake's side on the couch. "Maya, this better be good, because your timing is" "Em, thank God you answered. Are you sitting down?" Emma felt a chill of premonition. "What's wrong?" "It's not wrong, it's incredible. *The New York Times* just called me. They want to do a feature story on your emotional authenticity breakthrough, and they're considering your manuscript for their fall literary fiction recommendations." Emma stared at Jake, seeing her own shock reflected in his expression.

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0 the most widely reviewed, the first book having the access to the general literary audience that subsequent books often lost. The literary press had reviewed The Inside Account across dozens of outlets. Major newspapers had devoted significant space to it. Don had been interviewed on the radio. That level of general literary attention had not returned for the subsequent books, and Don had not expected it to. The second book had been reviewed primarily in the outlets that had liked the first. The third book had been reviewed in a smaller set still. By the fourth book, the reviews were concentrated in the literary quarterlies and the persistent online venues where the dedicated readers gathe

She was already thinking about what she wanted to do Julian came down from the library. He was wearing a gray sweater. He picked up a book review magazine that had just arrived. He started reading it and a big smile spread across his face. "The people who review books are saying that our book is really good, " Julian said. He put the magazine down next to Elena's laptop. He walked over to her. Put his hands on her waist. He looked at the outline that was pinned to the board. "They like that our book does not rush through the story. They like that it takes its time and does not try to surprise the reader every page. It seems like all your experience in the book business has helped you make a

“Did you read the Sunday Times arts section yesterday?” “No, I was taking a day off. What did they say?” “Nothing good. Not only the Los Angeles Times, but we were also creamed in the New York Arts section and Publishers Daily. Here, look.” Anna scanned through the sections. Each one was filled with negative comments about the book and personal attacks on the author. “How did this happen? No one called me for comments. It’s all one-sided. We only handed out a few preview copies. How was this possible that so many reviewers jumped on it so fast?”

About what it is to be the daughter of a man who trusted the truth more than he trusted his own safety. The book is reviewed in three national publications in the week of its release. Two of the reviews are the kind that a first-time author does not anticipate receiving — serious and specific and written by people who have read it rather than read about it. The third review is in a financial publication and is largely concerned with the Blackwood Holdings story as a corporate narrative, which is not the book I wrote. I read it with the equanimity of someone who has learned that not every reader is your reader and that this does not diminish the ones who are.