As a rule, I wouldn’t agree to review a book with “John Lennon” in its title. I also wouldn’t review a self-published book. (Although publishing one’s own work is no crime, it does tend to indicate that no one else has thought as highly of it as its author has.) And I certainly wouldn’t review a book that came to me with the handwritten dedication, “To Hillel, who, more than anyone, is guilty of inspiring this screed.” Full disclosure, full shmishclosure — there’s a limit, even if I were innocent of the charges.
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