There seems to be a major upsurge of author interviews on the blogs I read regularly. Which means a major downsurge in my blog reading. I’m probably alone in this, but I really don’t care about the age of the authors I read or might read. I don’t care about their backgrounds, families, or what inspires them to write. I don’t care whether they have or haven’t studied writing officially. I don’t care about the classes they’ve taken, the seminars they’ve attended, or the books that have taught them everything they know about writing. I don’t care why they write in any particular genre.
I skim such interviews very quickly, hoping to find authors who write books I’d be interested in reading. After all, these interviews are supposed to be all about finding new readers. Or at least I assumed that’s what they’re for. So it puzzles me when I have to hunt through the interview to find what kind of books the author writes, and where they’re available. It annoys me even more when the titles are there, but not a hint of a synopsis.
Author interviews can be interesting, but not when the writing takes a back seat to what is essentially personal gossip. Just like the hook in a book’s first few sentences, if an interview doesn’t hook me, I’m off to do something more interesting.