Writing (a short rant inspired by a review of a Charlaine Harris book)

I enjoy reading tor.com quite a lot, but I find I like their reviews best when they're reviewing the old or the obscure.  Context wise, the below comes directly from my multi-day irate reaction to the review there of Dead in the Family.  But I hasten to add that I feel this way about tons of reviews, in tons of venues.  In fact, the original development of this irritation led directly to my choice about 6 years ago to give up reading the New York Times Book Review, or at least its fiction component.  It led to similar decisions regarding Library Journal.  The only library review source that I found routinely avoided driving me nuts in this way was Booklist.

( Of interest only to those with a patience today for literary wankage on my part... )