A few weeks ago on twitter I started hearing about a concept called Read Without Prejudice. This is a book being made available to bloggers (and publishing 1st October). It doesn’t have a title and the author is given as anonymous. It doesn’t have a cover and it has a two line synopsis:
There are two points in life when we are all equal: at the moment of birth and at the moment of death. It is how we live in between that defines us.
As the publisher put it “We want you to immerse yourself in this dazzling novel, free from any preconceptions that a cover, title or author can bring. We ask you simply to #readwithoutprejudice.”
I was really intrigued by this concept and immediately requested a copy on NetGalley. And within the first few pages I was hooked.
But it turns out I can’t, actually, read without prejudice.
I started to think that I’d read books by this author before and when I googled it turned out that author is published by the same people as read without prejudice. I suspected it had to be a well established author you see. Someone else told me they thought it was the author I did as well.
And then my reading got interrupted right as I hit a rather predictable twist in story. I suspected I could see where it was going and couldn’t be bothered to pick it up again. If it was the author I thought it was I’d read loads of their books and they were one of my favourite authors for years before I started going off of them because they all started to feel a bit samey.
It turns out my guess as to the author was correct – for as much as this is being marketed as “anonymous” I saw on twitter that the copyright notice at the back gave the author’s name so I looked. And immediately thought “I knew that’s who it was.”
I would like to pick this up again and finish it because the beginning was so great and powerful. But I know I wouldn’t have picked this up had it been published as by <authors name> as opposed to by anonymous. And that’s putting me off a little.
As a concept I love it. But I’m really surprised how much figuring out who wrote this has changed the book for me. I thought reading without prejudice would be easy. And I really wish I could have made it all the way through before I realised because I think I’d be here raving about it rather than feeling “meh” and trying to get round to finishing it.