Sometimes, this is where my brain goes…

February 12th, 2009 • Kate

This little line in Publishers Lunch brought a whole picture springing to my mind:
The Wrap notes that a number of editors are auditioning before Britney Spears as she shops her book program via Mel Berger and Jennifer Rudolph Walsh at William Morris.
I’m imagining a dingy corridor outside a rehearsal space, maybe somewhere near NYU. In the hall, a line of publishers going over their monologues, practicing scales, and doing a little step-ball-change in shiny new tap shoes. Inside the room, Britney sits at a table covered with headshots and publishers’ catalogues, saying, “Thanks, that’s enough,” as another editor gives it her all and hopes to make it big.
I’m sure it’s not like that at all.
But the funny thing about celebrity books is how the tables do get turned, and it’s not necessarily about authors hoping an editor wants to buy their book, so much as it is editors hoping an author will accept their offer. And sometimes the losers ending up being winners, when they don’t have to pony up giant piles of cash for a book that never earns out its monstrous advance.
Still, it must be nice, huh?
Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch…
Again…Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch… Right!
That connects with turn, turn out In touch, step,
Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch…
Got it? Going on…

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2 Responses to “Sometimes, this is where my brain goes…”

  1. Anna Swenson Says:

    What is the state of America that people audition for anything other than, say, Most Vapid, in front of Britney Spears? I am sure you're morbidly hilarious description is way too close to the truth.
    Come on, people! Read better books! Write better books! NO ONE should think there is market for her book. NO ONE.

  2. Amy Sue Nathan Says:

    It's the same as the rumblings about the six-figure advance for 'octomom' — akin to slowing down on the highway to gape at an accident. The bizarre always draws attention, and dollars. Another reason for putting our best material out there in hopes of catching some leftovers, I guess.