Arthur submitted a blog that reviewed the latest action-packed movie of the Summer. He really did like the movie and hoped that he did it justice by highlighting some of the better parts of it. He said the leading lady was a good match for the hero and of course the hero’s quest was one of many that his young life had embarked on lately. He also wrote about the way the period costuming was very authentic and how it showed off the feminine side with the long dresses and tiaras for the women.
Much of the blog was only for the local web pages, but sometimes when word got around, that there is some genuinely meaningful content in a review of either a book or a movie, it will be read beyond the nearby circle of eyes. Time has a way of filing away a lot of text that nobody really thinks was pertinent to anything that was dynamically going on. That fear of obscurity hit home for Arthur a few months back, when he attended a car show, reviewed it and got some negative feedback on it.
Therefore, now Arthur sticks to movies and books that already have a high approval rating. He feels that in writing about things people have already approved of, that he wouldn’t be risking getting an inferiority writing complex. A friend of his, Jane noticed this and called him in on it. She said that there was a symphony performance that was going to take place in two weeks time and she was encouraging him to go with her and then write a review on his take of it.
At first he said no to the whole idea and then he reconsidered. He still had the fear that his words would be swept away, under the proverbial literary rug. He waited the two weeks, then on the evening of the symphony performance, he picked Jane up and they drove to the music hall. They found their seats and settled in for the next two hours while the orchestra played Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons.” There was also some original scores that were being debut that evening, they were going to be parts of the new animation film coming out soon. It was also a glorious night of song because they had a couple of tenors join in on the music.
The evening ended quite nicely as they headed to the local café for a bite to eat.
“I’m certainly gonna do a good job, critiquing tonight’s performance, by that symphony. I’m really glad you made me come along!”
“It was my pleasure to have been escorted by you,” Jane said.
“In time, my courage will work its way up and I’ll be able to really review most anything that I become an audience of, it’s just lately, I’m scared of being taunted be the naysayers.”
“Hey, did the naysayers have the great time that you had tonight? Did they have the special treat of a live performance by some of the greatest musicians out there. Plus, did they get to hear that famous tenor offer a rendition of a song that will be part of an animated film, due out soon?” Jane asked.
“You sure got me there, I’d say if any of the naysayers saw any part of the performances tonight, that they would quickly change their minds about the way that they kick around meaningful reviews.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jane added.
The following night, Arthur wrote down what was on his mind about the symphony performance from the other night. First of all, the entire orchestra was impeccably dressed. The ladies were dressed in their finest black dresses, some of which had sequins on it. The men were dressed in their black-tie finery. Everyone took direction from the conductor, from the string section, to the wind section, to the percussion people, all the way to the singers.
The music selection was fast and lively, which dispels rumors that symphony performances are slow and boring. The singers were on their toes and didn’t miss a beat. They were right on cue in every note that they belted out. Arthur also described how the general crowd in the audience was dressed and how everyone gave the orchestra, the conductor and the singers a standing ovation. The two tenors received the most applause.
Arthur filled in the gaps of his review with some opinions of what he hoped the general public would come away with, based on his perceptions. He openly made a plea for some positive feedback for his review of the symphony. He had never tried that way of connecting with his blogging audience before, but he came right out and said that, the symphony is not for everybody, but that at least people should be willing to go see a similar musical performance at least once in their lifetime.
In closing, he wrote that he hoped his review would reach the eyes of a wider circle of readers and that given a positive enough response from everybody, that he would do a similar review again very soon. He acknowledged his lady friend Jane for inviting him to the symphony and to not play it so safely when it came to reviewing the different acts in the local city.
Then the comments started poring in:
“What kind of reviews are you doing when it comes to music acts. I want to hear what you think of rock n’ roll bands…”
“I appreciate that you like the symphony, but how about the proverbial book review of a good novel, once in a while?”
“The symphony sounds like something I would take my mom to… it doesn’t sound that exciting!”
None of the comments came right out and put down Arthur’s review, but some of them did nearly give him an inferiority complex. That was something that he was scared of experiencing and about halfway through all of the comments, he phoned Jane to ask for help in finding some positive perspective in all of what he got as feedback. Jane quickly did some damage control and told him that what really mattered was that he, Arthur had fun and that he, Arthur would probably watch a symphony performance again, and finally that he, Arthur was at the helm of his blogging reviews and that if he showed any signs of weakness from an inferiority complex in his writing, people would bite back in their comments.
Arthur knew that Jane was right in all that she told him, so off he went to the bookstore, oblivious to everything else that people were saying about his symphony review and bought himself a novel to read and critique. Time had a way of healing old wounds, especially ones that affect our egos, because although they don’t show any visible battle scars they are nature’s way of testing our mettle. In reality, Arthur is the boss of his writing and no one could have appreciated more the gift that Jane gave him in finding the courage to review things other than popular books and movies and that although those two types of reviews are what he falls back on, in order to reach a wider circle of readers, sometimes you have to go across the pond to find things to review about.