"...criticism, the dreariest of the arts." - Charles Baxter, The Art of Subtext: Beyond Plot
When I was young and Ivory soap ran in my veins, a thing I swore I'd never do was review. Critics with their clacking teeth, their hairy wrists and glinting wristwatches, their sharp nibs scratching at the very fibers of the page: an altogether scary breed. I imagined them equally zealous whether affixing golden seals of approval or administering literary thrashings thorough enough to shred whole, heavy tomes into masses of paper capellini.