The Bestseller
Olivia Goldsmith
Language: English
Pages: 720
ISBN: 0061096083
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
At Davis & Dash, one of New York's most prestigious publishing houses, five new authors will be published--but only one of them will be a bestseller. They have worked long and hard to write their novels of romance and murder, drama and love. But the story behind the stories is even more exciting. And the vicious competition to get the right agent, the perfect editor, and the choice spot on the bestseller list must be seen to be believed.
Master novelist Olivia Goldsmith, bestselling author of The First Wives Club and Marrying Mom, takes a scathing and hilarious inside look at the deviously cutthroat world of publishing. She pierces egos, produces the dish, and punctures more than a few careers in this one-of-a-kind novel where dreams come true and writing is its own reward.
actually hearing, he was so intent on speaking his piece. “I know I was hard on you, Stewart. But I had a lot of reason to be. You’re good, you know. You’re really good. But you lack discipline and structure. I’ve told you that before. I thought if I could push you with this one, if I could get the best possible work out of you, that it would help you with your own writing. I thought you could take it. That was my mistake. I had your best interests at heart, but if I rode you too hard, I
that out loud again, I’ll come there and rip your heart out,” Alex said, and the tone of her voice was convincing. “None of my clients fail. It’s too early in my career to have any failures,” Alex barked. “You are a critical success. Americans root for the underdog. It’s a standard People story. They just plugged you in because somebody over there owes me a favor.” “But isn’t that the magazine that always has a scandal or a tragedy on the cover? Do people who read it buy books? Do they read?”
and looking at it, Judith shivered. Although she had invented Elthea, the heroine, Judith felt as if her character was real and Judith knew her: her desperation as her husband cheated and her marriage crumbled; the claustrophobia of being left with the three little boys; the fear and drabness of living on a single mother’s inadequate salary; her father’s refusal to give her financial help; her grasping at the chance for a new beginning with another man, and her hysteria when she lost him, too.
dresses, but the bronze Karen Kahn dress was just too tight, clinging not just to her large breasts but also to her ever-widening thighs. God, she had to lose weight. That had been one of the advantages of snorting coke—she’d been thin. Well, she’d given that shit up. Now she’d have to just not eat. That was all. She would just stop eating, starting today. She’d have nothing for lunch but a salad. The resolve made her feel better. She ran a comb through her hair and put on bronze lipstick. That
Through Emotional Reengineering—“an unexpected book from Dick,” said Ed, “but I’ve never seen such interest from so many publishers.” But, hard as it is to admit, there was rather more life in the American aisles. On the Friday morning, I ran into Morgan Entrekin, who invited me to a party later that night. “But it’s the Bertelsmann party tonight,” I pointed out perspicaciously. “It’s after the Bertelsmann party,” Morgan explained patiently. Turned out he and Cario Feltrinelli were co-hosting,