This grueling piece from The Atlantic discusses all those novels that were rejected many times, and the website that tracks frequently-rejected bestsellers, and the publisher that met a submission with “there is no audience for this.” Which makes me want to read that book right now.
So yeah, I’m bypassing the rejection stage, although I did get rejected by a couple of agents. I’ll take my rejections directly from the readers, thank you.
And I’m frankly horrified by the vision of some Alexandrian collection of books – for real books, non-commercial books, people talking about their lives books (which are the best kind), books that have No Audience. It’s guarded by well-armored orcs wielding battleaxes, and lasers, and a façade built entirely of remaindered Thomas Kincaide coffee table books.
“But I’m an audience,” I want to whine. “At least for the good ones.”