My friend Gregg Hurwitz talks about what it takes to get him to conside giving a book a blurb. Number two on his list is that author has actually read Gregg’s stuff.
Nothing says
arrogance like an unpublished writer asking me to read his manuscript
who hasn’t bothered to read one of my books.
Even that won’t guarantee Gregg will give you a kudo.
I don’t care if it’s a social novel or a book of lesbian haiku, the first few pages better sing.
Which explains why he wouldn’t blurb my book of Jewish lesbian haiku ("Mazel Love"). I thought it was because my publisher put Dick Van Dyke’s picture on the cover of that book, too.
Are you saying that even with your talent you can’t make that book of haiku sing? I am shocked, dismayed and disappointed. Cross one book off my poetry reading list!