|How do I love thee?|
Let me count the ways.
It's a little easier with fiction than in academia. I suspect that my enthusiasm for a story convinces people instead of my babbling. I was thinking about this while I wrote up my experience reading Anthony Marra's A Constellation of Vital Phenomena. I enjoyed it so much it was hard to write sense.
Not to be hyperbolic--but I'm going to anyway--I suspect that listening me gush about a book is like listening to someone gush about their new sweetie.
It's easy to write a review of a book I disliked. When I dislike something, it's easy to see and remember every little error and annoyance. It's easy to pick holes in their argument because I really want to. Not that the books I love need glossing over. (At least, I don't think so.) Man, it is hard to make a coherent argument when you're twitterpated by prose. I suppose this is why you see so many more hatchet jobs an gushing adulations.