HarperCollins has doled out a shitload of money for Vikram Chandra’s Sacred Games. A million dollar advance and a $300,000 marketing budget. Is there any way that this 916-page epic will make its money back?
Rake on “fatherhood writing”: “Somehow, we’re suffering from a spate of fellows who’ve struggled to the conclusion that parenthood is a mixed blessing, yet are dumb enough to think that this isn’t common knowledge, and, unfortunately, maintain just enough intelligence and dexterity to bang away at a computer keyboard. This is a highly dangerous mixture of persistent and stupid, found generally in drug mules, sportswriters at mid-market newspapers, traders of Dave Matthews Band live boots, and dudes who hang barbells from their junk in-between acts at Ozzfest.”
You mean parenting is difficult? Nah!
And now writers who are daddies are cashing in?
Damn. If Hockeyman and I had kids, we could’ve, like, written about them and made lots of money.
Maybe the difficulties of pet ownership will be come a hot new trend and we can finally cash in.
John Leonard’s Olsen tribute is, mostly word for word, the same as an intro (or was it afterword) he wrote for a 1990s reissue of Tell Me A Riddle.