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Avocado ([info]white_serpent) wrote in [info]otf_wank,
@ 2009-04-17 16:05:00


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Entry tags:authorwank, elitism, publishing, special snowflake syndrome

But why isn't your book selling?
It's all the fault of literary agents, who are single-handedly destroying literature everywhere!

Excerpt:

The substantial and nearly unassailable wall that separates you from us has been under construction for decades. You can find the names of its architects and gatekeepers on your telephone-callers list, and in your email in-box. They are the literary agents—that league of intellectual-property purveyors who bring you every new manuscript you ever see, those men and women who are so anxious to gain access to the caverns of treasure they believe you sit upon like some great golden goose that they would likely hack one another’s heads off were they not united by one self-serving mission: to ensure that quality fiction never hits your desk.

Just a tiny bit of entitlement, elitism, and self-delusion.

And some responses...


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[info]the_emo_kitty
2009-04-20 03:45 pm UTC (link)
Since time began,

I can hear my former history prof heave a sigh of disgust and say, "Never, ever use the phrase 'since time began' if you want to be taken seriously. It's stupid and trite."


Man, this reminds me of a convo with one of my ethics professors, in which I was scoping out how he preferred our essays to be written. I innocently asked about introductions.

After a moment in which he looked deeply pained, he pressed one hand to his chest and intoned in an overly-dramatic voice, "Ever since the dawn of time, man has longed to control hand guns." Then he grinned and told me if he saw anything even vaguely resembling that, I'd fail the course completely.

He was odd, but awesome.

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