I've been following Mary Walters blog the Militant Writer.
Mary is a literary writer who has vented her frustration on the "Agent/Publisher" road block that so many of us 'wannabes' have mashed into again and again.
The replies include me "can I link to this?" to flames "grow up" and two "Rock Star Agent Bloggers" Blandsford and Reid.
My heart goes out to her, the trolls have smelled blood and they are coming in droves. Good God! I'm so glad I'm a nobody. I don't think I have the guts to do what she did.
I think of this as "The Absolution Method" (after a writer on Authonomy.com) in the tradition of 'there is no such thing as bad publicity," light the forest on fire and see who comes. It worked for Abs (as s/he is known) s/he is number 8 in the charts.
Hopefully no one will notice me.
This little exchange came from the blog. I see this as completely verifying Mary's point. This is her 'checkmate' moment:
“Nathan, have you or any other agents with whom you meet in those dark alleys, do you think, ever turned down a work of great literary merit JUST BECAUSE you knew it would not attract an advance?”
Nathan answers: "Of course I have. I have to do this all the time."
"But a question for you: what good would it do me or the author to take on books I can’t sell?"
The crux of the problem. The "chicken or the egg" paradox that we all want to know the answer to. Where did the literary mid-list market go?
Is it because no one reads it, or because no one publishes it?
I think that it is because no one publishes it. But that is just my opionion as a reader. After all, who am I? I give $200 or more of Barnes & Noble gift certificates every Christmas. I have $300 worth of Amazon.com charges on my Visa card.
What do I buy mostly? Mainstream novels. When I can't find those? I buy Romances.