Reminds me of having coffee with my beloved one morning, during the production and pre-publication phase of BATTLEBORN. I got a lovely, profusely glowing blurb from another writer via email. My beau was sitting across the table as I read it.
Sweet, supportive thing that he is, he asked, ‘How is it?’
Ever-dissatisfied brat that I am, I shrugged. “I don’t know…it doesn’t say ‘genius.'”
Sort of a cousin to that perfect moment in The Royal Tenenbaums, when Eli Cash is reading a review and asks, “Why would a reviewer make the point of saying someone’s not a genius? Do you especially think I’m not a genius?… You didn’t even have to think about it, did you?”