The guy claims he’s a “serious writer” (with Teddy Bears as his book’s characters?!!?) and goes on some kind of epic mental meltdown over in the Comments about a review of his trivial work.
Here’s a bunch of free clues for him:
1) If you call yourself a “serious writer,” we’ve already tuned out.
2) There simply is no right or wrong to reviews of fiction, despite what you learned in “University.”
3) You never debate a review. Not ever.
To compound it all, he says this:
If you think a well-reasoned, detailed response like mine is going to hurt a writer’s career, you can’t possibly know this for fact. It may have that effect or no effect or, in our media-hyped age, the exact opposite effect.
Yes, we can know.
We’ve seen you’re a dick whose writing was based on some sort of “formula for fiction” you “learned” at “University” and it resulted in something so lifeless that even a mild criticism of it sent you spinning into a mental orbit no sane person — or “serious writer” — could ever reach.
Whatever “writing career” you had hoped for is now over.
PS: Don’t bother leaving a Comment here, Harper. I’ll send it to the Trash without even reading it.