I read a captivating book the other day. Entertaining, fun, and possibly educational, but I didnâ€™t let that stop me.
â€œSecret Lives of Great Authorsâ€ by Robert Schnakenberg is a compilation of outrageous profiles of all the greats â€” Shakespeare, the Bronte gals, Twain, Fitzgerald, Carson McCullers, Toni Morrison, Thomas Pynchon, and many more.
James Joyce: â€œThe only demand I make of my reader is that he devote his whole life to reading my works.â€
William Burroughs: â€œIn the U.S., you have to be a deviant or die of boredom.â€
JD Salinger: â€œThere is a marvelous peace in not publishing.â€
Sylvia Plath: â€œThe worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.â€
Schnakenberg dishes up stories that run the gamut from bawdy… to snorting-coffee-out-your-nose funny… to sad … to informative â€” and I bet you havenâ€™t heard most of them!
Some things we can learn from.
Edgar Allan Poe earned almost nothing from writing The Raven because he was so eager to get it into print he published it in the newspaper, thus getting no copyright protection. Everyone else reprinted it and made money from it. He never did.
Charlotte Bronte was trying to sell her novel The Professor, but it was rejected. A lot. Each time it was returned to her, she sent it back out without removing the rejection letter. Eventually it was circulating with all the rejections piled on top. It was eventually published, though â€¦ posthumously.
Henry David Thoreauâ€™s book A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers barely sold in his lifetime. His publisher wanted to get rid of all the copies piling up so Thoreau took 706 remainders, saying, â€œI now have a library of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seven hundred of which I wrote myself.â€
Ayn Rand hated Beethoven so much that sheâ€™d end friendships with those who liked him.
Toni Morrison began in the publishing biz as an editor. She discovered and nurtured many writers, even going so far as to support them financially. Sheâ€™d send them a check and tell them they won some fake grant. How can you not love her?!
Thereâ€™s a highly entertaining appendix of rejections received by famous authors. It was one of the few books I was sad to finish. Not one boring word in it. Not even â€œandâ€ or â€œthe.â€
I could go on and on â€” no, really! â€” but youâ€™ll have to pick up a copy for yourself to find out why Oscar Wildeâ€™s teeth were so nasty, why Agatha Christie needed help with all her manuscripts, all the dirt on Charles Dickensâ€™ OCD, and what happened to Walt Whitmanâ€™s brain.
Schnakenberg has written several other books, one of which I canâ€™t wait to read â€” â€œDistory: A Treasury of Historical Insults.â€
Oh, my. Let the smack down begin.
Do you have any great insults to tide me over until I can get my hands on a copy?