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Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Barer Naked


The agent Julie Barer has a way with rejections. Under the blackout she made some intelligent personal remarks about the specifics of my writing. If not for the love metaphor, this would be a very good rejection. It says: "Not only does your writing indeed show a lot of talent but a wonderful comic sensibility and attention to a meaningful narative....[blah, blah, blah]. But unfortunately, as much as I admired the material I read, I just didn't fall in love with it in the way I wanted to." It's too bad, I think I would have liked being the ho to her admiring pimp.

5 comments:

x said...

"fall in love the way I wanted to":
such self-dramatizing self-delusion pervades that whole profession, as if they were all characters in a Romance novel. Puleeze! Call a ho a ho! You just din't pull tricks like I like 'em, babe.

Anonymous said...

Can I get a hoooooooooo!?

This one would be the pimp who'd get your jokes, though.

Whenever I consider the ho-pimp thing it makes me feel like making out with Denis Johnson. Because, though I'm also a writer, I'll always be a reader first. And, who in the ho-pimp/writer-agent analogy plays the part of the John, I ask. Who else but the reader, baby? Oh, yeah. Denis Johnson, I have a little cash to spend this week, hun. You want a piece of my wad o' money? Well, come over here and show mama how you do the do.

(Scrambling to bookstore to buy Tree of Smoke.)

x said...

Ain't it the sad, sad truth.

Anonymous said...

She spelled competitive wrong.

Writer, Rejected said...

I still like her, though.