My third novel, Broken Arrow, is released this week. Now comes the anxious period while I await people’s reactions to the book. Will my friends and family like it? What will reviewers say? Will reviewers even bother to look at it?
Review copies have gone out to all the major newspapers, magazines and blogs, but that is no guarantee they will pay my book any attention, as reviewers’ desks are crammed full of stuff (I know this for a fact, as I used to work in a secondhand bookshop and a reviewer for one of the nationals used to bring us a sports bag stuffed with brand new hardbacks once a week. He later passed out drunk in the doorway to the shop at 9 a.m. on a Tuesday morning, putting his head through a picture in the process, but that’s another story . . .)
It is quite a strange sensation to be nervous about something that, in many ways, seems so far removed: I finished Broken Arrow roughly 16 months ago and have written another whole book in the interim period (and am halfway through a second).
Another reason for my nerves is that, so far in my career as a novelist, I have yet to receive a real critical mauling. The response from professional critics and bloggers to my first two books has ranged from good to excellent – but no one has really hated one of my books yet, and Murphy’s Law dictates that sooner or later it is going to occur.
On a more positive note, I have been informed that the UK’s highest circulation men’s lifestyle magazine, ShortList, will be reviewing the book on Thursday, November 12th, and I have also been invited to do a radio interview in December.
All the best