Dear Mr. Jones: I would like to begin by complimenting you on a well-written effort. I think that with this manuscript you are off to a good start: you've established your voice and you've shown that you have a sense of humor, both of which are no mean feats. My biggest problem is that in its present format, the following of events as the protagonist's life unfurls quickly loses the initial punch evidenced in your very strong first chapter. You set up the narrator as a ballsy, hilarious figure, and then we go back to see where he's come from, and we lose the wry outlook established early on. I do want to emphasize that you are a good writer and at your best when candid, direct, and depicting the crazy quirkiness of people lurking just beneath the surface. In my opinion, Dead Ginny should have more of an overarching plotline. I'd like to see this read more like a novel in the guise of a life story and less like a retelling of one person's life story. I hope this distinction isn't too arcane. I think what you really need here is a tightening of the work, and to rethink the storywhat is the dramatic high point? What do you want readers to remember most? I especially appreciated the misanthropic, in-your-face tone (i.e., 'so sue me') and think that this is something you have to keep, even if you do decide to rework this material. Once you've had a chance to read this letter, please feel free to give me a call. I'd like to see another version of this material, and I'd be interested in continuing to have discussions with you. I hope to hear from you soon. Claudia Cross
Dear Claudia: Without admitting anything in your letter was even partly right but recognizing that you probably know more about how to sell a book than I do, I took it all apart, got rid of around eighty pages, put it back together again and came up with the Claudia Cross Commercial Version, the first half or so of which I'm enclosing along with this letter. Don't think I liked getting rid of eighty pages, either. I didn't. I had to get rid of all kinds of stuff it pissed me off to have to get rid of; but, no, no, no, they can't be there anymore. Claudia Cross says so. She wants to represent books she can sell. Yeah, well, you can hardly blame her for that, I guess. So see if you think you can sell it now. If you think you can, let me know and I'll send you the rest. I would have called you when I got your letter, but decided just to redo it instead. The so-called dramatic high-point is chapter nine, but the rest of what I've left in sort of matters too. It's not easy getting the drama of fiction to work with the facts of a biography. It's like a symphony. Themes come along early on that get played out more fully later. Personally, I think I've done a hell of a job. If you like the guy in the first chapter, how he got to be who you like is part of the story. Thanks for taking a look at it again. Try not to be too flip this time. Sincerely, Gerard Jones
Dear Claudia: Since I haven't heard from you in a couple months, I presume you're not utterly enraptured with the idea of representing my stuff. I don't have a problem with that. I must also presume, however, that you lack the common courtesy to have let me know that you're not utterly enraptured with the idea of representing my stuff. That sort of ill-mannered arrogance and imperiousness has a tendency to catch up with a person in the long run. It doesn't bother me, particularly, I'm used to it, but, for your sake, you might want to try to be a little more considerate in the future. Thanks again.
Dear Gerard: Thank you for your letter of August 24. I am going to be sending DEAD GINNY back to you under separate cover. I have held on to this manuscript for some time because I have been very tempted by your writing. I think your strengths are your direct writing style and your sense of humor. As I was reading, I thought of AN UNDERACHIEVER'S DIARY by Ben Anastas which Dial Press published, and your sense of humor reminded me at times of David Sedaris' NAKED. Despite your obvious talents, and after much deliberation, however, I just wasn't convinced that I could successfully place this novel with a publisher, and for that reason, I've got to return your work to you. Please accept my best wishes for success with this manuscript. In future, if you come up with other novels, I'd be very interested in reading them.
Dear Claudia: I got your note. Sorry about calling you names, but I get a little ticked sometimes. If you don't think you can sell it, you probably can't. I like it that you were tempted. All kinds of people have been tempted. You probably think you can't sell it because it ain't exactly a chick book and you're of a generation to whom the sixties are a crushing boreboth of which propositions are entirely truebut what happened in the boring sixties, specifically in the brains of the people who were there, has had a lot to do with what has become American culture. Lots of things are a lot less influential about which books are written and sold. If you don't think you can sell it, maybe you can talk to someone else around there who might think he or she can. How about it? What do you say? Thanks.
Dear Gerard: Thank you for your letter of 9/2. Acting on your suggestion, I did share DEAD GINNY with another of my (male) associates here In the Literary Department, and despite the fact that he is perhaps more likely to respond to the 60's setting, he did not feel strongly enough about the material to pursue this project any further. For this reason, and with regrets, I must return your material to you herewith, all the while imagining that to my chagrin, I'll see your name soon in Publishers Weekly for having made a sale to a great publisher. Let me please reiterate that I think you are quite talented, and would be very interested in taking a look at anything else you write.
Dear Claudia: Thanks for getting a second opinion. It's good to know my book really sucks, which makes me appreciate your vacillation all the more. Just to let you know you're not the only person I've called names, I'm including a copy of some of my correspondence with other editors, publishers and agents (bold type means they still have the thing)just chuck it if you don't have time to read it, and be thankful I didn't include the entire list of 893 people who don't want to publish or represent my book either. Chick is a term of endearment, by the way. When I'm not trying to peddle this piece of crap, I am writing another booksomething along the lines of a blockbuster. I'll let you see it when it's done. Some mystery book editor at Simon & Schuster made me write a synopsis, so I'm including that too. I'm also including parts of my book which I thought you might have wanted edited out and which I've now put back in. Don't worry about reading any of this, and especially don't worry about sending it back. It's all just a little present for your having turned out to have been kind of a kindhearted chick after all. Sincerely, Gerard Jones
Dear Gerard: I hate to say this, because I definitely remember you and I liked your brash, confident writing style... but I've just had a really great novel out with a few editors, and we came really close with one publisher. However, in the completely fictional story, there is a character who might be Oprah-like, and more than one publisher was scared that somehow they might offend Oprah. Everyone wanted to stay far away. So, let me say that having met with this response so recently, perhaps you should contact another agent with this novel. Glad to hear from you, though, and good luck as you continue to write.
Dear Claudia: You're totally missing out, man. It could make your whole career. You'll see. Tee hee. I don't just have a character vaguely resembling Oprah, I have Oprah herself reunited with the kid she had when she was fourteen who she told everyone had died shortly after his birth. Ha! He's now thirty-three and has been living with his powerful daddy on a mountain top in Tennessee. It was his daddy who helped make Oprah the billion dollar industry she is. How about them apples? There are publishers who can take a joke aren't there? I'm betting even Oprah can take a joke, since she and her fictional son are incidental to the main character and the coolest, most riveting plot ever. It's way good. You'll be sorry. You'll be kicking yourself. Thanks anyway. G.
Hey, did you see where GG got named the Ninth Best Nonfiction Book published anywhere in the world in 2004? If they would've called it fiction it would've been First Best. Pretty slick, huh? G.
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