I just finished reading A Red Herring Without Mustard by Alan Bradley. I am a great fan of Flavia de Luce's, so this book does not at all support my theory that the longer the acknowledgments, the worse the novel they're attached to.
Bradley's acknowledgments go on for four and a quarter pages. I considered counting all the people he mentions, but I'm sure the number would be beyond me.
I imagine some poor writer...myself, for instance...having to make up names for an acknowledgments page. Or maybe even pulling out names of people she knew years before, people who would have no idea they were being ackowledged because they would have forgotten the writer, if they'd ever paid any attention to her in the first place. Or perhaps some of them would find out they were part of the acknowledgments and be mystified.
I need to go put all this down in my journal.
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