The problem with most reviews these days is that reviewers almost always have an agenda themselves. You rarely get an honest review based on quality of writing, you get a feminist review, or a marxist review, or a Christian review, or a post-modern review, or whatever. In the welter of claims and counter-claims, judgements and propoganda, factors like the intention of the author, or even the actual experience of the reader, are dismissed as being almost irrelevent (by experts).
In the final analysis, the only true measure of the quality of a book, film, painting or any other piece of creativity is public appeal.
That’s true. As long as their bias is right up front (”as a transgendered male-to-female wilderness hiker and Santeria priestess in touch with my inner antelope...”) I don’t mind, at least I can tell where they’re coming from.