I’d be furious at yet another “literary author” who sees speculative fiction as:
I can tell you why your desk is piling up with flimsy bits of vampire literature, fantasy, romance, detective stories and the kind of first-draft bubble gum that used to be called chick-lit but is now shuffled in with other women’s writing in order to give it heft—although as far as you can see, neither the quality nor the subject matter has improved—which you are required to somehow turn into publishable books.
But this letter to editors about the evil that is agents is so hilariously full of bitterness, sour grapes, venom and well, failure, that the author doesn’t just cut herself off at the knees she continues hacking at her own publishing chances, leaving her potential career a giant, pretentious thing so full of hot air it’s completely transparent.
Do take a lesson from this, fellow writers. but not that agents are evil malicious beasties ruining the artistic value of literature, but that this is exactly why publishers need agents, a first line of defense against having to deal with people like this.
