So Charlie Sheen’s agent is shopping a book deal?
I’m conflicted. Part of me is begging for someone to run over me with a Mack truck because this trainwreck of a twit will get it. And he’ll get it because the conglomerates know full well this will sell tons of books. And this makes me weep for the public’s taste in literature – if one could call it that.
On the other hand, I’m doing the happy dance because for every one of those mega deals that conglomerates desperately need to keep their corporate benefactors happy, countless achingly talented midlist authors go unsigned. And this is where us trade publishers clean up. We are signing those forgotten midlisters.
It’s a win-win for everyone. Where that midlister would have gotten little attention with their conglomerate editor, they are getting the full court press from their trade publisher editor. And they aren’t midlisters with those trade presses – instead they’re invariably the lead titles for the upcoming season. While the money isn’t as grand, the midlister still enjoys great national distribution and the full support of their editor.
So go you, Charlie Sheen. Let Random House or Simon & Schuster open their doors to you and bathe you in millions. In the meantime, we will enjoy the fallout of your derailment with the wonderful authors who come our way.
Addendum: Seems there is some sanity left in the world. Gee, Pricey, cynical much? But I saw the happy news that 3 publishers shot down Charlie’s implosion book. I’m of a mind that these publishers were unwilling to fork over 10 mil, which is a lot of bananas, even for a conglomerate.
Even though they expressed doubt any publisher would touch it, we need look no further than O.J. Simpson’s debacle If I Did It. So who knows? Maybe Beaufort Books will take Charlie on as well. It would make for a lovely companion piece to fellow loser, O.J. Simpson.