When the train leaves the station in Prague, I already start to imagine the bodies of my fellow critics from the three days spent together at a workshop and panel talk on dance writing at the Czech Dance Platform festival.
The critic has never been a particularly popular person. In his poem Rezensent, published in 1774, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe writes: ‘Schlagt ihn tot den Hund! Er ist ein Rezensent.’ (‘Beat the dog to death! He is a reviewer.’).
I, like many other writers, suffer from imposter syndrome. Before every pitch email I send, show I attend, or interview I conduct, I ask myself: “is anyone really interested in little old Emily May from Worcestershire’s opinion on this?”
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