What
Goes Around....
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write for a huge advance and a percentage of royalties with
ancillary movie rights negotiable. Is HBO interested? |
… is in general,
money.
Usually from the lower and middle classes towards the wealthy
via corporations, if you ask me.
But you didn't ask me.
You asked writer David Denby. In the year 2000, Denby was riding high.
He was employed as a staff writer for the New Yorker, living in a seven
room Manhattan apartment, had a wife of 18 years and two kids. Then
his wife announced that she was leaving him. He was going to lose everything
he had worked for -- his family, his apartment, his high-rollin' life.
He had to hang on to his home. He had to buy out his wife's half of
the apartment. So with the help of friends like Sam Waksal and Henry
Blodgett, he invested his life's savings, hundreds of thousands of
dollars, in high-flying high-tech stocks. He researched his investments
like a fanatic, traveling coast to coast to understand why and where
his money was best invested. He was going to make a million dollars.
You can guess that his best-laid plans were waylaid by the realities
of life. If seeing a fabulously wealthy set-up-up-the-wazoo New Yorker
spiral down the fiscal toilet that slurped the savings of millions
of people and sent them -- where? -- appeals to you, then this is your
book. I've got to say it sounds appealing to me. You get two views
here. One is of the man himself, with his sordid affairs, Internet
porn addictions, whinging and pleading for the sake of the presumably
spoiled children. Then there's the go-getter ultra-connected writer,
working the system with the full intention of twisting every lever
he can lay his hands on to get some serious cash to come out of that
spigot. What comes out of that spigot is none too pleasant. Ahhh, sweet
revenge upon the wealthy and famous. Watch them spiral, watch them
wave. Even when they crash, it's on a plateau that you or I could never
hope to achieve. Come the revolution….
Of course, Denby's written a book about it and he's all better now.
Are you willing to throw a coin into his cup? They could also title
this book WILL WRITE FOR FOOD. That's a sign a lot of people are wearing
these days, myself included. Not too many of us, however, have a shiny
green-covered, 320 page cup. I like that shiny green cover. Consider
this my coin.
Oh, and a happy New Years to all my patient and kind readers.
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