There's a dreadfully on-target essay in the just-released NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW that captures the typical experience of having a book come out. It's at www. nytimes.com/2005/10/23/books/review/23royte.html. (Sorry I haven't yet figured out how to make a neat little click out of that.) It offers details that made me cringe with recognition: the period called The Big Suck-up, in which the author sends flowers and candy to her publicist, for example.
The piece even included The Honeymoon and the moments of boundless hope and euphoria. And yet...the bottom line was what the author called "self-induced misery."
And yet...how we all crave to do it again--and immediately. This minute!!! And don't try to get in my way!!!
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
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