Now that is a dangerous thing to say.
On the other hand, I’m four weeks into my life as a debutant novelist, and King’s Ransom just got its fifth review – and they’ve all been five-stars. Of course, there may be six or seven people who are, at this very moment, referring to their Thesaurus for equivalents of “rubbish”, “nonsense” and “tedious beyond measure”, but it really is so far, so good.
A few years ago I read an interview with a novelist who said that every good review filled him with dread, because he knew there would a budding iconoclast waiting in the wings ready to slap him down – and that is the review he would remember. I’m not at that stage yet, but I do know it is coming. Sooner or later, someone is going to feel cheated out of £1.53, or whatever their local currency happens to be. Not only that, they will want to tell the world how they bitterly regret downloading King’s Ransom.
If and when it happens, I do hereby solemnly promise to give it full coverage on this blog. I just hope I can be magnanimous about it, and not go into a sulk.