Patrick Rothfuss was, hands down, the coolest “celebrity” I have ever met in my entire life (though I’m sure he hesitates to call himself that). He was kind to my friends, courteous with me, and managed to dash in just the right amount of ribald. Awkward pauses were only punctuated by my soft gasps of, “I love you,” and, “I am such a huge fan,” followed by, “I can’t believe I’m talking to you right now,” and, “Am I acting weird right now?”
Some readers, I think, have ADD when it comes to reading. They are the sort of readers who simply want to dive right in, skip to the meat of the story, and completely look over whatever boring introduction the author might be offering in the foreword.
Fortunately for these readers (and perhaps unfortunately for the troubled author), this is usually a great idea. In most cases, I’ve found that completely skipping an author’s preface is far more enjoyable than bothering to read it. The only reason I know this is because I actually do read author prefaces and find them to be, for the most part, completely awful. This should not be the case.
The sad truth, however, is that most author prefaces I’ve read are full of distracting excuses, bullshit, and general whining that, had he or she eliminated the preface from his or her books to begin with, would have made for a much better novel without the attention-whoring melodrama (supposing the book is actually any good).
Probably not a good idea to read this unless you’re in the mood to have your mind blown with my method. Relax. Just do it when you wanna go through it. … /Disco-point.
There’s this book I’m reading right now (among many other books that I happen to be reading at the same time) called “Outliers: The Story of Success” by Malcolm Gladwell. After hearing about Outliers through some random Cracked article I stumbled onto, I found myself curious: