All good things.
If you want to achieve something new and original and fresh that goes against the grain of popular perception and the literary rule book, all of the above is necessary. If everybody liked it and thought it was a wonderful read and they'll pass it on to their gran and daughter and three year old nephew, then this would be a concern for both myself and my home made, new wave, changing how books are read and written, credentials. So the more people hate it, the better. The more it annoys, the more revolutionary it becomes. If the whole world hates it, it has to be a future masterpiece, right?
The bad things.
I don't really believe any of that. Well, not to that extent. I work in a bookshop and will sell the book in the shop. A good few colleagues and friends will buy the book. Family will buy the book. Now I know out of this small group only a few will really take to the book. It's not a very takeable book. It isn't to everyone's taste. It just isn't. So I adopt the attitude. I secretly smile when people say they've started the book but won't comment on if they like it and quickly change the subject. This is a good thing, remember. We want resentment. We want sickening hatred. I laugh at the thought of people saying how awful and weird it is. It means I am on course. I have written something people just aren't ready for yet. This is my attitude.
Then I heard somebody had started reading it and really liked it. It was a nice feeling. I remembered how it was never written as an anti this that or anything. It was written for pleasure, it was written from the heart. I remember how it isn't even that strange a book, a little off kilter perhaps but still essentially traditional in most ways, it's a light book, a storybook, it is meant to entertain. So I'd like to deny all former claims of desiring antipathy, it was an attitude I adopted, it was my attempt to cope. It was my only way of coping. But I'm over it now. It's gone. I think. I don't know. Should the next person tell me they hated the book, with a really vicious hatred, if they're seething with anger, well... I may be smiling once more. Let the revolution begin. We all need to cope.