I was in the middle of writing a blog post about the words “wretched and dismayed.” I had read them in a book I was going to review (The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair) and realized that wretchedness is a strong focused emotion and crowds out all but its own pain. You experience your day through the dark velvet curtain of despair. I was explaining how that is preferable to the general unfocused malaise most of us experience that simply shrouds existence in an indefinable blahness.
When I have an indefinable blahness, I run to food and say, “I have a general malaise, will you comfort me?” and food says, “Come here snookums, you need a hug.” Contrary to Doctor Phil and Jillian Michaels, food can comfort you. Really? Of course, not.
Anyway, after a good snack of ciabatta bread and fresh mozzarella, I looked at my e-mail and there was a message in sepia tone that means my computer thought it was junk. It even said to me, g-mail thinks this is junk. Sometimes I get crazy comments on my blog from Russian robots and the subject line says, “there be many ideas to find.” Those e-mails are not only junk they will probably blow up your computer. The subject line on this e-mail said: Interest in Daughters. I thought: either someone wants to marry my daughter (who is already married) or they like my book, Daughters. I went up to the right hand corner of the computer and clicked “not junk.”
When I read the e-mail, I went into a catatonic stare – my usual reaction to good news - and stayed like that for a good two or three minutes. Then I read the e-mail again. Here’s what it said: I’m an editor here at Amazon Publishing. I’ve been reading the terrific reviews for DAUGHTERS and would love to consider it for our list. I see on your bio that DAUGHTERS has been translated into 15 languages--which is fantastic! I’m wondering if World rights are available. If so, I’d like to give the book a read to see if it’s a good fit for our list.