Thursday, March 12, 2026

Library O' Books Dept.

If you have the interest and attention span to read this screed, you might click on through to the comments, where you can download the book, if you're the quiet, bookish type.

The Back Story

I wrote the first version of this book soon after I moved to Paris, back in the Last Century. I moved in a ragged circle of arty types (featured in the book, some pretty much directly from life), drank a lot, talked a lot, the whole boho thing. I wrote it in a fever, convinced of my genius, and it was unworthy of both the idea and me. Got nowhere, and deservedly so. Since then it's passed through four versions, each quite different from the previous, with a new title but the same idea (or concept, if you like). They followed the first down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams. This is the final one - I really don't think I could write it better.

The Literary Agent Is Not That Passionate About Books

The people I knew in the book trade back when Helium was published (the little book that changed my life) are all either dead or retired. I need an agent to get this on a publisher's desk. To get an agent you first have to research those who claim to be interested in the type of book you're submitting. Then you make a submission by email, following specific guidelines. They may trash a submission if it doesn't conform to these guidelines. Generally you write a covering letter (what kind of book it is, what it's about etc.), add a synopsis, a short bio, and attach the a sample of the book. Some especially irritating agents ask for an "elevator pitch". This was a thing waaayyy back in the Last Century, and I made a few myself in Hollywood. You have to sell the book in the briefest way possible, which is impossible. But some agents think it shows them to be dynamic and finger-snappy.

Agents aren't that interested in books. That's the first thing to remember (they can't write, they're not authors, they're in Sales and Networking). Their first and overriding consideration is their career. They don't want to appear to fail by backing the wrong horse, so they place as few bets as possible, and then only on favourites. Risk management is everything. I have so much working against me - everything except quality - that no agent is going to go out on a career limb just because I can write. Are you crazy?

I made individually-formatted submissions to over twenty agents (in the UK and the US), who said they were interested in exactly the type of book I'd written.

I haven't heard from any of them. Not so much as one single boiler-plate rejection. My submission was trashed. For whatever reasons, I don't tick their boxes. Fine, times change, and an ugly old white guy isn't at the top of anybody's Christmas list. But the book should be, regardless of who wrote it.

Self Publishing Is A Bust

"Hey!" you say, suddenly inspired, "pretend to be the author they're looking for!" Yeah, no. This has been tried and the ruse never lasts, and only backfires on you. "Self publish!" you cry enthusiastically. "It's the publishing model of the future, today!" And again, yeah, no. Do you know how many books are self-published on the Am*z*n platform? Millions. Literally, millions. Thousands of new titles every day - some of them not even AI-generated. You'll only get traction if you already have a social media presence. Then you can shill your book to your followers. I have no social media presence, and I don't want one.

So what, then?

You can get the results of thirty years of literary endeavour free, gratis, and for nothing, right here. I'm not submitting it for your consideration, and to be honest, if you don't like it you can stick it up your ass. I wrote it for me. At least this way it will get read by three or four guys. And if you enjoy reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it, then, as I'm fond of saying, I'll have enjoyed it twice as much as you. Which seems about right.

Oh - and Stephen King? Knock yourself out.

 

The cover: I did this in about ten minutes. Could be better, but the mood is right. No, agents aren't interested in seeing your cover design idea. Go away.

39 comments:

  1. This post will stay at the top for a while.

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  2. @FTIII (if I may), I will just say this by way of whatever help I can offer. I spent my entire career in publishing (albeit of the academic variety, y'know, those university presses) and although I am retired, once I get my grubby eyes on this book, I'd be happy to see if anyone I know might be of help to you in seeing it published. No promises, obviously, but I still have friends (who presumably have friends, etc.) in the publishing world, so take that for what it may be worth. Also, couldn't agree more with putting the kibosh on the whole self-publishing thing. Really not a thing at all. Also, just enjoy the word kibosh. --Muzak McMusics

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    1. Email me now at ElsonQuick at geemail dot com and I'll send you an advance copy.

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  3. My eyes are ready to read.
    D in California

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  4. Summer is approaching and I'll be upping my reading game. Looking forward to the read and congrats on another book to your credit.

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  5. Pretend you've just picked it up in a bookstore, without knowing the first thing about it. You read the first few paragraphs. Would you read on?

    “Something wrong with this picture”
    It began conventionally enough, as extraordinary things often do. I met her in the fallows of August, when the City of Light falls into the long afternoon nap of the year. Parisians fled for the hills, for the coast, their homes shuttered, the dreaming avenues bequeathed to strangers. September Sunday morning, I leaned into the darkness of Jean-Marc Déon’s cramped little shop in the alleyways of the Saint-Ouen flea market.
    “It’s George Laforge! What an honour!”
    “I’m looking for a painting.”
    “It’s not here,” he grunted, rising from behind a dusty display case. “Never is.”
    Intimidatingly tall and haggard, with a wolfish underbite, J-M was an ancient monument, a Soixante-Huitard who’d hurled cobbles in the streets and still believed in the Revolution. He considered me an art snob because my requirements were always precisely defined. For him, quantity was quality.
    “A nineteenth century whaling ship at sea,” I said. I had a commission from Beverly Hills - not the place, the interior designer back in the Untied Snakes, an old client. Her glitzy website ‘Beverly Hills in New York’ featured an abstract impressionist masterpiece I’d pulled from a dumpster and sawn to size, displayed in a Tribeca duplex. “It needn’t have the whaler,” I went on, not discouraged by his empty expression, “I can get that fudged in. Wintry seascape. No beach or people. Sea, sky, nature in all its briny majesty. Big. About a metre wide. Not less.” The artworks I shipped from Paris with a presentation folder of official-looking documents - the provenance - added what she called ‘talkability’ to her service - more like ‘bragability’. I wondered sometimes if Beverly understood the creative lengths I went to on her behalf. More likely she wouldn’t care. This was interior decoration, not museum curation.
    J-M tugged at a strand of his beard. “I do have a crying clown I picked up at a house clearance.”
    I gave up. “How about a coffee?”

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    1. The crying clown retort set its hooks in me.

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    2. Sure, but he had me at "revolution"

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    3. I'm intrigued... who was "her"?

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    4. Hahaha, still looking for the old @stealthlink. I am going to find it... eventually

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    5. Still looking for the old @stealthlink... I am going to find it, eventually...

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    6. Uh ... there is no StealthLink©. I'm relinking if the demand becomes insupportable.

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    7. Understood Sir Farq. I will wait relentlessly until this is reposted. or not,

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    8. If you promise to read it (no-one else has, so it'll be just the two of us), I'll relink. But you have to promise.

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    9. I hereby solemnly promise to read it AND comment

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    10. In the interests of critical objectivity and fairness, I should point out that only glowing and heartfelt encomia will be accepted.
      https://workupload.com/file/MZTMtY3rSZd

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    11. Oh I am a VERY merciful reader, I have no problem in giving all kind of false praise, so that will cost me (and you) nothing at all. THXS 4 the link!

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    12. Well at least now I know who "she" is. Copperhead w/green eyes, you pretty charmer. Did you know I live in Argentina? For sure I will read the rest of it. Now it's supper time. Looks promising!

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    13. It is "she" but not she. All is explained at the end, which I hope you have the patience to reach!

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  6. Self-publishing, I've tried it with my art & cartoons several times, all to no avail. Nowadays, I'm just posting my Art For Art's Sake pieces on Instagram, Flickr, & X, for fun, I just enjoy doing it.
    Having said that, I'd love to try your book!

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    1. Reading bits and pieces daily, highly enjoyable + I can totally relate to this part:
      “I get it,” Guerlande said. “It used to be just a bistro but now it’s a bistro about being a bistro.”
      A waiter approached us and indicated a QR code on a stand. “Welcome to the Charlot! May I recommend our signature omakase experience? Have you downloaded our app?”
      ”I’d rather watch my parents fuck,” Guerlande said, careless of who heard.

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    2. "Guerlande is one of the most fully-realised and vivid characterisations in a narrative landscape crowded with them."

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    3. Finished it! What a surprising ending, well done!!

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  7. This will go straight to the top of my reading list.

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  8. Thank you! I enjoyed the others, I'm sure I will enjoy this one!--Bill

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  9. This has been the most popular post for a while, which is heartening, but in return for giving you cheap bums a free read of this exceptional work, could you return the favour by leaving a glowing review here in the comments, should you ever finish it? Of course, you are perfectly free to post a critical review, but in the interests of balance I'll take it down.

    I'm particularly looking at the long-time lurkers (hi Barry!) who can never ordinarily be arsed to join in the comments.

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  10. Still a bit to go, but for the nonce: smart, fun, funny, incredibly drawn characters, and a whiff of it was written on the third or fourth floor of a cold water flat in Paris with day-old baguettes and your girlfriend, a hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold keeping you afloat....or am I over-reading a bit?

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  11. Done. Thank you. Who do you have in mind for the movie roles? The streaming series might be harder to cast....

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  12. Taking the ride
    Thanks F
    Bat

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  13. Doing pretty much whatever I can to avoid working on a revise & resubmit, here's my pitch:
    FTIII as George
    Babs as one of the grande dames
    Ed. as Henri
    Like 500 lawyers face down in the river, it's a start...

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  14. Okay, I'm in a bookstore, and I pick up a book... My imagination is already reeling. Sign me up!

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    1. Quick enough, thanks! My reading shelf has a couple books in front of it, but the first few pages are engaging. It is appreciated, and I will get to it after the one about Canada but before the one about Brisbane. If there's anything left to sit on.

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