Recently, I picked up a journal I had begun keeping when I committed to this writing thing and came across this entry from years ago: I had a twinge of uneasiness tonight in regards to Place of Angels. What if I can't sell this one, either? Then what?
For every 100 forgettable works, there's one by a Robert Caro or a Wade Davis. But you have to ask the question: why do the New York publishers pump out so many books on trivial subjects, or books that shed no new light on the same old issues.
I admit that for many years I subscribed to the policy that a book, any book, was always better than no book. In recent years though, I have come to believe that it is the dirty little secret of the bookselling world that some books just suck.
Publisher HarperCollins has announced Sarah Palin's next venture in book makin.' According to them, she is working on a "celebration of American virtues and strengths." Good Lord, you've got to be kidding.
My only regret sometimes is that I read so many unpublished works that are submitted to me as an editor, that I don't have time to read all the published books that interest me. But I try, how I try...