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Miller isn't so cheap or dismissive and makes an interesting editor's point. He asserts that the publishers should be ashamed to have let such poor English go out under their imprimatur: do they not employ copy-editors? Indeed, surely Dan Brown could have caught the worst of his unhappy writing if he'd been bothered to re-read it. There is no credibility in the suggestion that TdVC was deliberately badly written in order to generate [even adverse] comment in the press.
Miller also makes a writer's point. He writes, not as a diary or as therapy, but to be published. He would be delighted if any of his books acquired traction and sold half the number of copies that Dan Brown's has racked up. He doesn't think it is fair, appropriate or dignified to slag off a fellow author because he has made money - good luck to him indeed. But when Miller asks the rhetorical question Would I write a galloping pot-boiler and be slap-dash in its writing? he says he wouldn't . . . couldn't do so. He writes like Luther, because he can do no other, what he writes comes from some internal well-spring of creativity. . . when he is inspired/driven to get something down on paper. The externals: money, copies sold, Booker Prize, favorable reviews in the Guardian; are irrelevant to the creative process. Me, I'm still waiting for The Blob to go viral and get me a job writing for money but that's not why or what I write.