Publisher Reject
I sent a book I wrote to a publisher. It was called "Sharks Don't Eat Dead Niggers." They sent it back and were all infuriated. They could not get past the title. They didn't even look to see if it was fiction or non-fiction or what. I mean if i saw a book with that title on a table in a bookstore i'd at least go "...huh??...." and pick the damn thing up just to see what the hell was goin-on on the inside of the thing. "...this a science book?....a novel?.....a autobiography?.....sharks REALLY don't eat dead niggers?....." I'd, ya know, want to at least flip some pages, see if i could get a clue. The publisher people never got to the page flipping stage. At least not so's they would admit to it. "We are sorry to have to inform you that the title of this book exceeds our standards of decency. We wish you all the best in finding a publisher elsewhere."
2 Comments:
no its not funny. It's more sad and the truth which boils down to reality!
therefore, our statements are sad but the truth of the situation.
no its not funny. It's more sad and the truth which boils down to reality!
therefore, our statements are sad but the truth of the situation.
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