Everyone, it seems, even the most-lauded and greatest read, seem to have suffered the slings of reviewers, especially by those with axes to grind. Many are mean spirited and often dead wrong, but I like the ones with a little bit of wit, a saucy turn of phrase. I recall an excellent review once by a writer who gave his remarks on one Twain book as if he were the main character in one of Twain's other classics (I can't remember which), and it was hilarious. Some really interesting comments here, and I guess one could take solice in the fact that even the best fall before the critic's pen.