There’s an interesting article in today’s Indie on the value of book blurbs.
It seems that Jonathan Franzen is fed up with the whole business, while Stephen Fry is asked to supply so many that he wonders if there might not be a “…law of diminishing returns at work here?”
Personally, I don’t pay too much attention to these little endorsements. I assume that any book published isn’t going to have a negative comment printed inside or outside the cover. In fact they sometimes just get in the way of a good read. I’ve just begun reading Simon Sebag Montefiore’s Jerusalem: The Biography. It’s a fascinating and beautifully written volume, but before the list of illustrations, the contents and the acknowledgements, there are seven pages of blurbs quoting everyone from Bill Clinton to Henry Kissinger (and even Michael Gove in-between). Which of course raises a separate question about whether you really want some people to lend their dubious credibility to your work?