A story of the strangest friendship that ever was: a dapper young bank thief and the detective hired by the banks to apprehend him. For more about this and my other books, go here.
Fascinating New Yorkers has been reviewed by The US Review of Books. Reviewer Gabriella Tutino says, "There's something for everyone here in this collection of profiles, and it serves as a source of inspiration for readers who love NYC." For the whole review, click on US Review.
with Small Presses or Self-Publish
- Neil Gaiman, but a woman, and also not so tall.
- I want a writer with a sensibility at the intersection of Shel Silverstein and Milo Yiannopoulos who can whip up a mean keto cookbook.
- A sexy Ursula K. Le Guin.
- A Stephen King type who loves adverbs. No clowns.
- Jane Austen geared toward men who hate manners.
- Anne Lamott, but make it fashion.
|Neil Gaiman answering questions while |
on a book tour in Berkeley, CA, 2005.
|Ursula K. Le Guin at a meet-the-author |
Q&A session in Albuquerque, 2004.
|Stephen King at the Harvard Book Store, 2006.|
|Ann Lamott at the lighting ceremony for the Rainbow World Fund's World Tree of Hope, 2013, in San Francisco City Hall.|
- She never answered letters, couldn't be reached by phone.
- She answered letters, but never the one that I'd just written. She must never have kept files.
- She promised and promised and promised to read my manuscript, never did.
- Unable to sell my manuscript, he returned it to me, but said he'd offer suggestions as to where I should go next. But when I asked about those suggestions, he always put me off. Finally I realized that he had no intention of suggesting anything, just wanted rid of me. At that point, I wanted rid of him.
One thing all agents want is for a manuscript that comes their way to be exciting. They want to come alive when they look at it, want to be unable to put it down, want to keep turning page after page. But -- and what a But it is -- it also has to be something they can sell. Many of them tell sad stories of loving a manuscript but having to reject it. Why? Because it's not what the acquisitions editors of the big presses want. So what do they want? A woman I know who represents authors at BookExpo, the annual gathering of the book trade in New York, tells how she gets the editors' attention. She goes to them, promo sheet in hand (a sheet listing the basic features of a manuscript), sniffs it, and says, "I smell money." And does that ever get their attention! Because today that's all the big presses care about: money, and big money at that. They want to drown in it, and I hope they will.
Coming soon: From Illusions to Gas: Mo Kwon Do, Bath Bombs, and Rolfing.
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