The wife was checking out Amazon reviews for B.J. Novak’s new book when she stumbled across this one-star wonder…
…by user “Chris Roberts” from Brooklyn, web NY.
…twenty pages’ of pretenious poesy delivered as one-star reviews for high-traffic products of a literary bent.
While the vagaries of Poe’s Law makes it difficult to discern a dadaist masterstroke from the pathetic mewlings of an arch-wannabe, I’m leaning toward the latter interpretation. One of the less pleasant consequences of the “Web 2.0” era has been the insidious feedback loop which rewards memetic hooks over real or imagined talent, where many folks with something worthy to say find themselves laboring in obscurity while some vapid hack rides a second-hand gimmick to fame, fortune, and a book deal.
So is it very strange that some narcissitic poetry slam casualty would choose to attach themselves, lamprey-like, to the bellies of more prominent authors, gaming a commercial portal’s review system and basic human curiosity to direct eyes upon his sophomoric nonsense?
It’s tawdry and depressing, but not at all surprising. I expect Slate will give him his own review column in the near future.