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What Are Book Blurbs, and How Much Do They Matter in Publishing?

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What Are Book Blurbs, and How Much Do They Matter in Publishing?

“Absolutely riveting” and “compelling.” “A must-read” and “a tour de force.” Blurbs, those haiku-length endorsements on every book jacket, are a ubiquitous part of the literary scene, boldly declaring that the book you’re about to delve into is “life-changing.” Or “mesmerizing.” Or “captivating.” Or “unputdownable.”

Authors love to hate them. Debut writers struggle to gather them. Established writers struggle to fulfill requests from friends, authors who share the same publisher or agent, and promising newcomers who deserve a leg up.

The famously fractious publishing community seems to agree on this point: Blurb collection is a time-consuming, dispiriting and occasionally mortifying process, one that takes time away from the actual writing and editing of books.

But until last week, the quid pro quo cycle felt inescapable, an essential part of rolling out a book and giving it a fighting chance in a crowded marketplace.

Then, on Thursday, Sean Manning, the publisher of Simon & Schuster, announced in an essay in Publishers Weekly that authors under contract with the house’s flagship imprint would no longer be expected to solicit feedback from fellow writers.

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“Trying to get blurbs is not a good use of anyone’s time,” Manning wrote. He commended “the collegiality of authors,” but pointed out that “favor trading creates an incestuous and unmeritocratic literary ecosystem that often rewards connections over talent.”

The news spread through the industry like the juiciest gossip, prompting a range of reactions.

“I do agree that the blurb ecosystem is a scourge,” the novelist Jami Attenberg wrote in an email, referring to Manning’s essay. “So many of my author friends complain about the time we spend on it!”

So far, Manning said in an interview, he has received dozens of supportive messages from agents, authors and booksellers. But questions remain about how this decision will affect the literary world.

The truth is, no one can say for sure.

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“I don’t know if blurbs have ever worked,” Manning said. “There’s no metric to tell.”

Victoria Ford, the owner of Comma, a bookstore in Minneapolis, said, “My initial reaction was that blurbs don’t matter at all.” She’d rather read a thorough summary on the back of a book, or a lively description on the flyleaf, than rely on a few beats from an established author who might have a personal relationship with the author in question.

As for her customers, Ford went on: “I have not noticed readers paying a lot of attention to blurbs, with a few exceptions. I’ve definitely sold books because a customer was browsing and saw a book Ann Patchett had blurbed. Readers trust her.”

In one word, conflicted. Asking is awkward, but the right blurb might make a difference, signaling to readers that they should pay attention to this book, among so many others.

“Honestly, there’s never been a time in my 30-year career when getting blurbs from authors was either easy or stress-free,” Kristin Hannah, the author of “The Women,” wrote in an email. “It’s a difficult thing to ask of one’s friend and it’s even more difficult to ask for a favor from someone whose work you admire as a reader, but don’t know personally.”

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In preparation for the publication “Master Slave Husband Wife,” Ilyon Woo wrote personal letters to nine writers whose work she admired, asking them to read her book and offer an endorsement. The blurbers who responded, she said, were “fairy godwriters.”

“When I was writing, I was in the deep, dark basement of my mind,” she said. “And the blurbs were the first signs of life outside the book.”

“Master Slave Husband Wife” went on to win the Pulitzer Prize for biography.

Of course there were a few requests that didn’t bear fruit; that goes with the territory. And, for the record, “blurb” moonlights as a verb, as in “to blurb or not to blurb.” It’s a complicated question for all involved.

When Attenberg’s novel “The Middlesteins” came out in 2012, Jonathan Franzen praised the “artistry of her storytelling” — a cover-worthy blurb that was “helpful for the life of my book not just here but abroad, too,” Attenberg wrote.

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She has tried to pay it forward over the past decade, but recently had to declare a blurb hiatus while working on a new novel.

“We all want to be helpful, but also we are busy,” she wrote. “It’s a real tussle. My long-term solution has been to cap how many books I blurb a year to a dozen.”

Hannah said that she also tries to repay kindnesses when it comes to blurbing, but that “in the past few years, it’s become difficult to keep up.”

Here’s a sad truth, given how much effort goes into blurbs: They might not be that important to the average reader.

On a Sunday, 18 out of 20 readers asked in an informal survey at Indigo, a bookstore in Short Hills, N.J., had no idea what a blurb is.

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When asked whether she selects books based on adulatory praise on the jacket, Jaclyn Tepedino, 29, said: “Me, personally, I do not. I’m looking at the summary.”

Sylvia Costlow, 86, said that praise from David Baldacci or Daniel Silva would catch her eye; otherwise, she forms her own opinions. Her daughter, Elaine Graef, 59, agreed: “I shop a lot online and pay attention to what other readers say about a book.”

Charles Han, 24, and Joanna Baltazar, 23, were browsing in the fantasy section when they learned the proper term for quotes on the front of books. Do they pay attention to these quotes? “No,” Baltazar said. “Never,” Han agreed.

Kevin Miller, a 67-year-old “Star Trek” fan, said he would take note only if William Shatner endorsed a book.

“I like to have the opinion of other authors,” said Sharon Smith, who is in her 70s. But, she added, reviews from fellow readers mean more: “I feel like they’re not influenced by anyone.”

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I Think This Poem Is Kind of Into You

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A famous poet once observed that it is difficult to get the news from poems. The weather is a different story. April showers, summer sunshine and — maybe especially — the chill of winter provide an endless supply of moods and metaphors. Poets like to practice a double meteorology, looking out at the water and up at the sky for evidence of interior conditions of feeling.

The inner and outer forecasts don’t always match up. This short poem by Louise Glück starts out cold and stays that way for most of its 11 lines.

And then it bursts into flame.

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“Early December in Croton-on-Hudson” comes from Glück’s debut collection, “Firstborn,” which was published in 1968. She wrote the poems in it between the ages of 18 and 23, but they bear many of the hallmarks of her mature style, including an approach to personal matters — sex, love, illness, family life — that is at once uncompromising and elusive. She doesn’t flinch. She also doesn’t explain.

Here, for example, Glück assembles fragments of experience that imply — but also obscure — a larger narrative. It’s almost as if a short story, or even a novel, had been smashed like a glass Christmas ornament, leaving the reader to infer the sphere from the shards.

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We know there was a couple with a flat tire, and that a year later at least one of them still has feelings for the other. It’s hard not to wonder if they’re still together, or where they were going with those Christmas presents.

To some extent, those questions can be addressed with the help of biographical clues. The version of “Early December in Croton-on-Hudson” that appeared in The Atlantic in 1967 was dedicated to Charles Hertz, a Columbia University graduate student who was Glück’s first husband. They divorced a few years later. Glück, who died in 2023, was never shy about putting her life into her work.

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Louise Glück in 1975.

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But the poem we are reading now is not just the record of a passion that has long since cooled. More than 50 years after “Firstborn,” on the occasion of receiving the Nobel Prize for literature, Glück celebrated the “intimate, seductive, often furtive or clandestine” relations between poets and their readers. Recalling her childhood discovery of William Blake and Emily Dickinson, she declared her lifelong ardor for “poems to which the listener or reader makes an essential contribution, as recipient of a confidence or an outcry, sometimes as co-conspirator.”

That’s the kind of poem she wrote.

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“Confidence” can have two meanings, both of which apply to “Early December in Croton-on-Hudson.” Reading it, you are privy to a secret, something meant for your ears only. You are also in the presence of an assertive, self-possessed voice.

Where there is power, there’s also risk. To give voice to desire — to whisper or cry “I want you” — is to issue a challenge and admit vulnerability. It’s a declaration of conquest and a promise of surrender.

What happens next? That’s up to you.

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Can You Identify Where the Winter Scenes in These Novels Took Place?

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Can You Identify Where the Winter Scenes in These Novels Took Place?

Cold weather can serve as a plot point or emphasize the mood of a scene, and this week’s literary geography quiz highlights the locations of recent novels that work winter conditions right into the story. Even if you aren’t familiar with the book, the questions offer an additional hint about the setting. To play, just make your selection in the multiple-choice list and the correct answer will be revealed. At the end of the quiz, you’ll find links to the books if you’d like to do further reading.

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From NYT’s 10 Best Books of 2025: A.O. Scott on Kiran Desai’s New Novel

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From NYT’s 10 Best Books of 2025: A.O. Scott on Kiran Desai’s New Novel

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When a writer is praised for having a sense of place, it usually means one specific place — a postage stamp of familiar ground rendered in loving, knowing detail. But Kiran Desai, in her latest novel, “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny,” has a sense of places.

This 670-page book, about the star-crossed lovers of the title and several dozen of their friends, relatives, exes and servants (there’s a chart in the front to help you keep track), does anything but stay put. If “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny” were an old-fashioned steamer trunk, it would be papered with shipping labels: from Allahabad (now known as Prayagraj), Goa and Delhi; from Queens, Kansas and Vermont; from Mexico City and, perhaps most delightfully, from Venice.

There, in Marco Polo’s hometown, the titular travelers alight for two chapters, enduring one of several crises in their passionate, complicated, on-again, off-again relationship. One of Venice’s nicknames is La Serenissima — “the most serene” — but in Desai’s hands it’s the opposite: a gloriously hectic backdrop for Sonia and Sunny’s romantic confusion.

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Their first impressions fill a nearly page-long paragraph. Here’s how it begins.

Sonia is a (struggling) fiction writer. Sunny is a (struggling) journalist. It’s notable that, of the two of them, it is she who is better able to perceive the immediate reality of things, while he tends to read facts through screens of theory and ideology, finding sociological meaning in everyday occurrences. He isn’t exactly wrong, and Desai is hardly oblivious to the larger narratives that shape the fates of Sunny, Sonia and their families — including the economic and political changes affecting young Indians of their generation.

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But “The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny” is about more than that. It’s a defense of the very idea of more, and thus a rebuke to the austerity that defines so much recent literary fiction. Many of Desai’s peers favor careful, restricted third-person narration, or else a measured, low-affect “I.” The bookstores are full of skinny novels about the emotional and psychological thinness of contemporary life. This book is an antidote: thick, sloppy, fleshy, all over the place.

It also takes exception to the postmodern dogma that we only know reality through representations of it, through pre-existing concepts of the kind to which intellectuals like Sunny are attached. The point of fiction is to assert that the world is true, and to remind us that it is vast, strange and astonishing.

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See the full list of the 10 Best Books of 2025 here.

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