Writing About Writing
Writing About Writing
Yesterday, I referred to a New York Times article that described Kathleen McGowan’s transformation from self-published author to toast of the big-time corporate publishing world. McGowan racked up credit card debt in order to attend the 2005 BEA on her own dime,
The New York Times had an interesting article about Kathleen McGowan. Last year at BEA, McGowan was a self-published author who paid her own way to the convention and “‘had to really beg people to come talk to you.’
A couple of fine Southern writers sealed up new publishing deals recently. One of my favorites, William Gay, author of I Hate To See That Evening Sun Go Down: Collected Stories Provinces of Night,
Publishers Weekly reported that 22,366 “verified” attendees walked through the doors at BEA this year. I’m not entirely sure how accurate that figure is since some of the ushers were less than enthusiastic about scanning convention goers badges.
Since I grew up in the horse racing industry, everyone I’ve encountered recently wants to talk about Barbaro. My family was about tens of millions of dollars away from The Triple Crown races,
The convention floor of BEA had a definite geography to it. Like a high school cafeteria or prison yard, different areas were dominated by certain cliques.
From the great Bookslut, I learned about this Slate experiment where they created pulp-like covers for classic books.
Now, I realize that the Harry Potter books got millions of kids excited about reading. I understand the books have sold a bazillion copies.
Our free book today has been claimed. I’ll have more giveaways next week so keep your eyes open.
Thanks!
I’m running a bit behind on my final BEA recollections because I’m hobbling around with an ice pack strapped to my leg and lacking any more energy to keep writing tonight.
Most people took part in the advance reader’s copy looting to one degree or another. Some folks (I doubt bloggers because we can often score things through the mail) wheeled suitcases behind them as they hauled off their literary booty.
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As you probably know, I recently reviewed Going Postal for PopMatters.
In most bathrooms, you see scribblings about phone numbers, who is skilled at what sexual technique, maybe a few drawings,
Here’s a tip for you aspiring lit bloggers out there: publicists don’t usually wear dark suits, have ear pieces, or talk into their wrist.
Both Publishers Weekly and Publishers Marketplace reported that Food Network’s Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto signed a book deal with DK Publishing.
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