Book blurbs are the new books covers. And at the Guardian, Nathan Filer says you shouldn’t judge a book by either:
Cover blurbs aren’t reviews. They’re advertisements. No space for balanced, nuanced positivity. Nothing can be interesting; it must be fascinating. Good isn’t good enough; it must be great. With today’s post came “an epically brilliant work”, according to the blurb already in place. A slight volume, it consists of a hundred or so different tweets, harvested by the author from Twitter, and each containing the phrase “working on my novel”. It’s quirky, sure. And nicely presented. But is that really “epically brilliant”?
