It does seem unfair, doesn’t it? Writers struggle to get their masterpieces published, or even just read by a publisher, while others write drivel and achieve the bestseller lists. I bet even Emily Bronte would be turned down by agents and publishers if she was writing today as an unknown writer.
So why do bad books sell?
But, wait a minute. Who can say what is a ‘good’ or a ‘bad’ book? It’s subjective, isn’t it? Your baby is ugly. My baby is a perfect, beautiful darling. Years ago I thought that any fool could write one of those weepy popular romance stories. I soon came to realise that this fool couldn’t.
Writing is hard, getting published harder, and selling loads of books hardest of all. Was Schopenhaur wrong to insult a large public and the writers who managed to reach them? Or could he be a little bit right? The jury’s out on this one.