Mad Max, We Hardly Knew Ya
After an email exchange with Agent 007 a few weeks ago, I’ve been thinking about the reality blogs maintained by publishing insiders. Mad Max of Bookangst 101 was the grandfather of these blogs, despite the fact Bookangst was less than a year old when Max closed up shop citing mental cruelty, exhaustion, and the regrets of a man wearing a gorilla suit on a hot day in Manhattan. Perhaps BEA was the tipping point for Max. I’ve never ridden the IRT in a gorilla suit. The opportunity to do so, should it ever present itself, will be one of those turning points, a fulcrum, a fork in the road. Where was I?
Hello Gorgeous: I know I’m gorgeous, how about you? Be gorgeous. Think gorgeous. 007 describes her low stress encounter with a query she couldn’t refuse, a writer who can write, and is gorgeous. She got a lot of comments about the good looking people out there who put pen to ink. In a subsequent post Editor 007 describes a publicity manager’s obvious neglect of an author’s appearance during a meeting of his publishing committee. Whew, good thing I make guys like Dennis Quaid look like chopped liver. Or is it Randy Quaid? One of those Quaid boys.
I hope the new head of FEMA is just as gorgeous as possible.