I WAS outside an RTE radio studio once, gathering my thoughts to discuss a new book. Sitting across the way was a sombre-faced man, who rebuffed my attempts at chitchat.
When he was summoned into the studio, I realised I had once lukewarmly reviewed his book on TV. But this is part of the job and a reviewer's objectivity is often proportionate to how much an author will hate you if you thrash their book.
On the same television show, about 18 months ago, I reviewed another book by an Irish writer. The next morning I opened my email ... to find an email from said writer. I half choked on my tea, and figured I was about to receive my first author takedown. I'd had a good innings, now I'd have to take their grievances on the chin.