[pashapiro]

When writing a work of fiction, the aim is to find truth not in the creative process, but in the un-dogged pursuit of verisimilitude - in the attempt to build reasonably causal events in response to the creative flights of fancy. Theoretically, it should be possible to achieve this in the frontal lobe, but putting pen to paper has always been a more effective approach at striking the perfect balance.

I'd say the author here decided to apply the same muscles that balance creativity and verisimilitude to his own review. Imagining the response to an unknown, unpublished novel is obviously a work of creativity, which he is also able to balance out because he actually knows the novel, knows its strengths and weaknesses.

In this way, he was able to find a simple, comforting truth: he was either about to become a novelist, or he wasn't.

Writing a piece of pseudo-fiction like this review seems like a great answer to allay the fears of failure.