Friday, February 02, 2007

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book ...

Oh jeez, Saint Michael's book just got bought. He gets a $25K (Canadian) advance, and this adjective-and-adverb-riddled piece of smeg's going to be added to "the fall lineup" with "only minor edits."


I don't even know where to start, with the total ridiculousness of this scenario. For one thing, even pretending it IS the Great Canadian Novel, WHERE IS HIS AGENT IN ALL OF THIS? They wouldn't send any kind of contract directly to him -- that shit all goes through your AGENT, which this purple-prose-scribblin' twit appears not to have.

This is seriously like some 12-year-old -- naive about such matters as agents and contracts and edits and politics and money and the whole lurching grinding apparatus of the publishing world -- some 12-year-old thinking that if they just have the moxie to send their MS directly to the President of their Bestest Most Favorite Publishing House, he or she will read it, love it, and make you the richest and famousest young writer in the whole wide world!

And as stupid as this would be in any case, it's absolutely inexcusable coming from someone who's been in the publishing world for 25 frickin years. Lynn, have you had a rough blow to the head recently? Are you letting your 6th-grade neighbor write for you these days? WTF?

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Blogger Brian said...

You do read the Comics Curmudgeon, right? Just making sure.

11:38 AM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

I do indeed -- and he always says it better than I can, but I gots to get my rants out, lest they poison the brain ...

4:06 PM  

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