Reading for pleasure is a luxury I have no time for.
If I read a book, it has to serve a purpose. That purpose is one of research.
Who represents? That's the question that matters. Who represents the author who has a book sitting on the shelf at the public library? It doesn't matter what the book is about. All that matters is whether or not there's an acknowledgment page with a literary agent listed.
For that reason alone, I picked up "The Bird Sisters" by Rebecca Rasmussen.
I skimmed through "The Bird Sisters" to get a sense of the plot, and realized that my novel is similarly constructed. Both novels take family stories as the inspiration and then flesh out those bones with an overarching theme of personal sacrifice and redemption.
Surely Michelle Brower would be attracted to something that she's picked up already. Not that my novel is identical, but it's in the same vein.
Can you hear the silence?
That was the response to my query.
Has "The Bird Sisters" been a flop? Was it not the right book to reference in the query?
I must admit, I didn't care for it and wouldn't have kept reading after the first fifty pages if it wasn't for the research I was conducting. Neither have I recommended it to friends, who wouldn't be interested in something that tends to drag along on the uphill climb towards resolution.
The library is full of books, and I'm keeping a list of debut fiction (sparse list there) which I'll nab once the new releases are available for borrowing.
As for the manuscript, I've found a publisher on my own.
But I'll keep on writing, and keep on researching who represents whom for future reference. Some fine day, I'd like to be published by a company that has a long reach into the book vending business, a reach powered by financial backing that the small indie publishers can't match.
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