The high water-mark of my career as an author: the manufacture and distribution of refrigerator magnets depicting the jackets of my books in miniature.
Ways I imagined, as a graduate student in creative writing, that my publisher would celebrate and/or promote the release of my books someday:
1. A reception in the publisher’s offices, with wine in plastic glasses and cheese and crackers on a plate passed by an editorial assistant wearing ironically ugly glasses and at least one garment fashioned from tweed.
Ways in which the publication of the aforementioned books was actually celebrated/promoted:
1. A party at the Roxy nightclub, on New York City’s far West Side, from the stage of which free copies of my book were tossed at the stroke of midnight. A “debate” at another nightclub, Palladium, “moderated” by Robin Leach (“Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous”), who pronounced my name ADAM SAXTON and (mis)characterized me as SPEECHLESS when I paused before responding to my opponent’s contention that “If Madonna’s a feminist then Jeffery Dahmer is a vegetarian!” And Media: Vogue, Interview, Entertainment Weekly. Liz Smith’s column and Rolling Stone. (Desperately Seeking Madonna, 1993)
2. A book-signing at the Astor Place Barnes & Noble (now a David Barton Gym) – in the basement, between the guides to taking the SAT’s and the Fodor’s travel books. (Rap on Rap, 1995)
3. Nothing. (Love Stories, 2003)
4. Nothing. (Tennis Shorts, 2003)
5. Nothing. (Master Class in Fiction Writing: Techniques from Austen, Hemingway, and Other Greats, 2005)
6. A lecture at the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington, D.C. and a signing at ComiCon East and a presentation at a vast public high school on the Lower East Side and a multi-city “satellite tour” (radio) and the shooting of an explanatory video to be posted on YouTube.
And, best of all, the high water-mark of my career as an author and possibly my life (Kidding! Sort of.): the manufacture and distribution of refrigerator magnets depicting the jackets of my books in miniature as well as oddly arbitrary scenes therefrom. (Shakespeare: The Manga Editions, 2007)
I’m not sure just what’s demonstrated, above. Shakespeare’s immortality? Madonna’s? The decline of the publishing industry – the decline of the written word? The fall and rise of my own career, such as it is?
I smile every time I look at those magnets, though.