Return of the Jerk.
Some years back, I foolishly embarked on a light-hearted book project. Many readers have told me how much they liked Jerks, but, when my agent failed to find a buyer, I concluded that the mud my name was with publishers and editors had been petrified into granite. From time to time I think about the project--I had completed over 100 pages--and take a note or two or even sketch out a chapter. Yesterday, In realized that an essay I had been wanting to write in contempt of expertise and connoisseurship would make an excellent additional chapter.
In anticipation of writing the new chapters and of publishing the whole of it as a little book, I am going to be posting some parts in the upcoming months.
If you provide your readers in your forth coming book a list of “jerks”, please remember Al Gore, whom I hold responsible for giving the States united in America as their President the unforgiveable George W. Bush.
A worthy project. No wonder publishers won’t touch it. Publishing it, however, be the best chance of not finding themselves in it. I have heard that journalistic blackmail can be quiet profitable. Am I a jerk for making the suggestion?
If the book were to become a blockbuster with millions of sales, I wonder how many people out there would read it and agree with much of it without realizing that they are reading about themselves?