This is soon going to go on the ASif! forum in a new area for feedback or as we like to call it ... Letters to the Literary Stooges ... so I thought I might preview here for your enjoyment ... the kind of fanmail I receive, about weekly, as Executive Editor of ASif!

One might wonder what this author was hoping to achieve (note any amusing comments here may also find their way to the aforementioned new column). This letter was written in response to my reply to his first, whiny complaint about his review, that this his sort of response was unprofessional.

The point I made is that [ASif! Reviewer] is the type of person who likes to focus on the parsley garnish, rather than the truffle. The partial finger print on the glass that holds the Grange Hermitage, making her not a natural critic of the grammatically imperfect [Book recently reviewed].

I feel, though, we have missed the important point. That being there are only two types of people in the world; people who have the talent, and courage, to commit themselves to a project. To extract the magic required in making their work special and unique.

Then there are the critics. Over-educated, fear ridden types, so full of other people's ideas they have never once held an original idea. They gather together in collections of the tortured, reading the works of others. Knowing with resigned certainty that they are destined to spend the remainder of their days watching life from the sidelines.

Please hold this thought close to your mind: The only reason writers bow before swine is to grab a comment for the back of their novels. You have absolutely no other purpose on this earth.


At least I can finish that soul searching quest for my reason for living - None.
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