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- Oct 27, 2021
A manly sentiment:
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"I do not like ruined, tattered cottages. I am not fond of nettles or thistles, or heath blossoms."
Charlotte Brontë reading Sense & Sensibility twenty years later, eyes narrowing: I am going to dedicate my life to finding and killing Edward Ferrars
Danny Boy has not pinned either her new book or her new website to the top of her Xitter. Pride of place still goes with prejudice to accusations against "my biological father."
Friend's author-mom advises that literary agents "encourage" authors to market in specific ways and "further encourage" if productive activity is not observed, hence Mallory's uwu plea for a cheap photographer and her struggle with Squarespace.
Authors can hire a publicist to deal with a lot of those marketing efforts, just as they can hire a copyeditor and a proofreader. Gone are the days when publishers or literary agents provided such services, says author-mom with more than a dozen books on a publisher's list. She noted that Mallory stumbles along the path between weak academic and feeble trade publishing.
Yet we see Joe strutting down the same path with a professionally constructed and maintained website. He did not tell his husband, "Text my web jockey and ask him what you fucked up." Interesting. Lily, as an art prof, might know some people in the area who have bested the Squarespace challenge and a few others who are photographers, yet Mallory bleats into the great unknown for help.
Does she not share her needs at home? Or are 2/3rds of the polycule just unwilling to sense her sensibility? Like a lot of lonely women unwittingly isolated by narcissists, she's made a baby her soulmate.
But it's not her baby.
They literally locked her out of the house the other weekend. I take it on faith it was unintentional, but it reads as though she's just at best an afterthought in her own home, and maybe even just that kind of runt dog or estate idiot kicked around by everyone, the one the village kids line up along the fences to pelt with rocks and garbage.
Interesting observations, which made me wonder: what competencies does Mal have, exactly? Making herself look like an unserious, un-taken-seriously figure of absurdity (whoever mentioned Candide above, bless you, perfect) channeling Alfred E. Neuman all day long? I know the "I'm a quirky witty oopsie-doopsie dingbat smart gal" shtick was annoying, but playing happy puppy in the current situation with the personalities involved is just embarrassing.Openly sucking at a task critical to your professional success -- feminists I must say rightly teach that that should somewhat embarrass a woman (she can at least discreetly outsource it). Absolutely sucking at technology as a man -- "Haha just like my dad" (<-- what Mal is hoping for, I think).
Forget it Aero. It’s Coomertown.
