I didn't read this for two and a half years. 2.5 years, it's been clotting up my To Read shelf. I imagine it was the same self-destructive compulsion that prevents writer aspirants from doing any actual writing. In any case, I'm real mad about it. 78 pages is nothing, and the book was great.
Gerke suggests that nobody cares about writing as a craft except for failing writers, editors, agents, insufferable self-styled literati, critics, and anyone else you can file under "Wholly Irrelevant". Normal people just care about the story, and accomplished writers do whatever they want anyway. That's what makes them accomplished.
And when we say normal people, what we mean is "literate women". Women make up 80% of the fiction reader's market. Gerke suggests this is due to the innate requirement for empathy in reading fiction, that the feminine mind is more calibrated toward oxytocin responsiveness, and a number of other evolutionary biology talking points that would get him flayed, drawn, and quartered on a modern college campus.
I was partial to his analogy of the glue and the vice. Empathizing with your character bonds the reader to the character and causes them to forgive all the other of your book's myriad failures. Once again, I cannot stress enough, while Gerke may be a shitlord I am excruciatingly woke, and I am talking about readers in general, and not about women. So get that right out of your head. The glue is the tragic Freudian backstory that makes you "aww poor baby" about the protagonist and brings the work to life. The vice are the quick and dirty tricks employed to hook the reader in the moment, danger and surprise, that force the reader to momentarily relate to the character. For example, looking down the barrel of a gun. The implied lethality and tension in a sentence like that clamps the reader's attention in place, at least for a few more paragraphs. Intersperse your story liberally with poisonous snakes and car crashes, or less literal representations of danger like sitcom-caliber social embarrassment, then hit 'em with the tearjerker origin story and bam! It's a best seller, no matter how garbage your prose may be.
It's really heartening to hear I don't have to give a shit about adverb quantity or using "said" instead of "opined". j/o (just opinin)