Almost Hate Mail?
A while back I made a post (well, a couple) on the lows of one Christopher Paolini. Neither were particularly comprehensive, and I see it was just a way to let rip! But anyway, when I was in London someone posted on one of those entries, back when I wrote my posts as *confessions*.
Anyway, there is some anger in the comment, but I feel I must, yes, must reply to this; first by post, then email. The following was the comment:
well…… you may think he is crap but he still got 3 books published and you don’t, so you must be do something wrong if you are such a great ‘fantasy writter’.
And by the way, his parents may have published his first book in the US, but it did not became famous until it was discovered by the publisher Alfred A. Knopf.
So some people who do have knowledge of literature think he is good.
So I think you are just being jealous, because he did got famous and you are just stuck in a phase in which you criticize others because you just suck.
Firstly, thank you for your comment! They are always of much appreciation.
It would help me tremendously if you were to use proper grammar in your comment, and I recommend the Firefox spell checker (if your principle browser is Firefox). I’ll be a hypocrite since I’m certain I will make an error or two somewhere in here. Anyway, I am not here to criticise on spelling.
Right, he got three books published, granted; the first two were the produce of vanity presses. That meaning, anyone can create an account on Lulu, then c&p their work in and hey presto! you have a self-published book. Fortunately for one Paolini, his parents were there for him with a convenient publishing house on, no, in their doorstep. Heck, if I were to finally finish my novel and show it my mum, I’m pretty certain she would jump with joy and take it her boss, the head of a publishing company too. However, I would never let her do that. I want a real publisher to go through it and tell me personally their true intent, and essentially their provenance for it.
Anyhow, when have I ever described myself as a “great fantasy writer”? Besides, I’m not sure if you can call me a fantasy writer; the world it is set in has next to nil fantasy elements in it, and as of yet the only “fantasy” names are that of the main character. He is a lone exile; one of the key points is that there are no cities and he is out in the cold and dark. Trust me, it’s more interesting than that
There are no Tolkien elves, dwarves, “dragons” or Star Wars plot twists (methinks). I shall include fantasy animals but for effect–namely, the atmosphere. They would also be my own creations. Not only that but I care about my characters and don’t feed from purple prose. That novel I just described is my main project, but right now, for NaNoWriMo, Milkman is my ruler.
Have you ever read anything I have written? No. You have not. The last writing I posted on the internet was several months ago, but it was trash–I tore it down menacingly. Would you like to read some? Tough. When I finish my second draft you may take a peak, but for the moment keep your noses out of it. That last line I should like to dwell on. Criticism is a necessary tool and given the chance I would apply it to Paolini personally. If he listened, I might consider forgiveness, and if he challenged them, then to the same accord. But Paolini? I doubt it entirely. Furthermore, he began to write Eragon when he was 15, and published it when he was 19 or 20. I am 14, and I began to write my novel when I was 13, rather, the idea arose back then. I think I can safely say the rest does not apply to me, hence I would recommend you didn’t compare me to him again. Thanks.
Regarding jealousy:
I have envy for Paolini, sure, in fact for anyone who reaches a pinnacle. But in particular those who do/not deserve it.
That was a lot longer than I had originally intended, but thanks for reading.
Everyone else: I promised pictures from London, and those shall be coming soon! I had a great time, but my god did we walk a lot!











