I think it is worse to tell a writer that you read their work when you did not, rather than to tell them that you did not like it or understand it. Most writers that I’ve met put their work out there so that it will spark a conversation of some kind. So, when someone states that they’ve read it, it assumes a response; hopefully an honest one. Yet if the false words reach the ear of the writer, it just might cause a collapse of trust much needed for the words to endure. No, not the words spoke, for they will echo in the mind like an eternal ring. Yet the words to be written my die in defeat.

Perhaps I am speaking out of place. For it may not be my place to dress my own musings upon another writer. I do not intend to speak for another yet am guessing that others would prefer the truth of interpretation by their readers than to have the mute subscription of vain platitudes by someone that has never turned their page. The offer of honest discourse is lost without any meaning. I would rather there be silence than the cacophony of misrepresented words on works behalf. Read it if you will yet know that there is no loss if you do not. There is only an impairment from unread idioms.