That's what one "critic" recently warned, pertaining to my book WHEN SILENCE WAS GOLDEN.
A book born solely out of my intense love for the great clowns of the early cinema, drew the most negative remark I've ever endured. Scolded by a purist who'd already read so many seemingly similar books, that nothing could possibly appear new or original to his jaded old eyes.
That's the petty, unfunny world out into which we authors send our brave little works, to earn a modest dollar.
Though on no best-seller list you're likely to find, this one is nevertheless my best-seller, not to mention one of my personal favorites.
If you have a funnybone at all, or an inkling of a desire to explore the early comedic cinema – from a lens not necessarily focused upon obvious talking points, like Chaplin – then may I recommend this, in either paperback or e-book format.
It doesn't start at the beginning, nor take you directly to the end, of the pre-talkie era. It does take a road less traveled, however, to present a differently aimed view of the not-nearly-as-great clowns of yesteryear – a view that you've been warned to beware.
Smile at your own risk!
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