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A friend of mine posted this link on her blog recently:
http://www.nyobserver.com/2007/my-book-deal-ruined-my-life?page=0%2C0
The story profiles a handful of novelists (most of them are actually writing, or have written, memoirs or biographers) and explores the "difficulty" of getting a book deal... comparing it to winning the lottery. One of the novelists discussed is James Frey.
In the article, the writers are taking years to complete the books, missing deadlines, and running through their advances like water.
I believe this article represents a poor sampling of writers, and is not reflective of the industry at all. There are no genre writers mentioned or profiled (save for the obligatory King reference, and that, I believe, only in the comments). This talks about the idealized "Great American Novelist" concept, portraying these auteurs sequestering themselves in their apartments, in remote farmhouses, or on writer's retreats in order to pen their masterpieces, for which they will then be paid peanuts. Tortured artistes, unite.
I have to agree with my friend, who titled her blog entry about this article "Cry Me a Fucking River."
Your thoughts?
http://www.nyobserver.com/2007/my-book-deal-ruined-my-life?page=0%2C0
The story profiles a handful of novelists (most of them are actually writing, or have written, memoirs or biographers) and explores the "difficulty" of getting a book deal... comparing it to winning the lottery. One of the novelists discussed is James Frey.
In the article, the writers are taking years to complete the books, missing deadlines, and running through their advances like water.
I believe this article represents a poor sampling of writers, and is not reflective of the industry at all. There are no genre writers mentioned or profiled (save for the obligatory King reference, and that, I believe, only in the comments). This talks about the idealized "Great American Novelist" concept, portraying these auteurs sequestering themselves in their apartments, in remote farmhouses, or on writer's retreats in order to pen their masterpieces, for which they will then be paid peanuts. Tortured artistes, unite.
I have to agree with my friend, who titled her blog entry about this article "Cry Me a Fucking River."
Your thoughts?


