It no longer seems possible, but before the invention of the internet I read books without wondering about the personal lives of the authors of those books. In fact, except for the random magazine article on The Biggies like Stephen King and Nora Roberts, what I knew about authors extended only to whatever the bio on the book jacket said. In general, I didn’t know about the spouses, kids and pets of writers. I didn’t know about future releases or, well, anything. Somehow, I managed to read books anyway.
That’s the past. In the present, I could procrastinate my day away (and have) jumping from website to website reading about my favorite authors and as well as new-to-me authors. Google is an amazing creation. But, is it all too much? There’s so much information out there that I now expect it to be out there and available all the time. I actually get miffed when I go to an author’s blog and there hasn’t been a new post in weeks. Heaven help us if the author’s website hasn’t been updated since the last book release.
I’ve heard about some readers getting turned off of an author due to the personal information included on the author’s blog or website. That’s never happened to me. Probably means I’m missing the really good blogs and websites.
The bottom line: suddenly the books aren’t enough. I want more information. I want a glimpse into the author’s real life. I want all the information. Really, I want someone to tell me I am not alone in this nosiness… Any other readers out there have a fascination with reading about authors? Do we know too much? Has the knowing ever backfired and turned you against buying an author’s work?