Whew—White Folks!

 

Q:  Whew—white folks!  Are you crazy?

 

A:  I don’t think so

 

Q:  What would your employer have done if they read what you were writing about them, about work, about corporate America, about Republicans, about radio talk-show hosts, about your co-workers, Dittoheads who repeated Rush Limbaugh’s talking points at work, at break?

 

A:  They didn’t read it.

 

Q:  What did publishers think, when you asked them if they’d like to see a manuscript?

 

A:  They didn’t read it.

      I guess they could tell from the query letter they weren’t interested.

 

Q:  What did the people who read you on the Internet say?

 

A:  Joy Rothke said,

 

 

Jack:  Please give it a rest.  Your endless rants about the idiots who don't appreciate your art are so fucking tiresome. 

 

 

And Stan Matters said,

 

 

There's nothing to argue.  You enjoy his writing. I don't.  When you request further detail on WHY Saunders sucks, I don't know what more I can tell you; there are only so many ways to say "sucks."  Will you be convinced if I tell you I can read twenty paragraphs of Saunders and still have no idea what he's on about (except how great a writer he is)?  Will you see my point of view if I explain that he is not merely NOT a great writer, not a good writer, not an average writer, not even anywhere near talented enough to be called merely a BAD writer, but is in my opinion almost without peer, one of the worst writers I have ever had the displeasure to have read? 

 

 

Q:  That’s it?

 

A:  Yep.

 

Q:  That’s tough to take.

 

A:  Would you take Joy Rothke serious?

      Would you take Stan Matters serious?

 

Q:  I guess not.

      No, probably not.

 

A:  Why would I?

 


 

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