It appears that the sales of my autobiography, XXX-Communicated: A Rebel Without a Shul, have inexplicably tapered off (four copies were sold in June, two in hardcover, for total royalties of $11:76, zero copies of The Producers sold that month) and just when sales were on that critical cusp of going from a few dozen to several dozen sold.
To date no major media outlet has opted to run any of my witty press releases or dashing head shots. Even aljazeera.net has passed on my offer for an exclusive interview. Perhaps the dust jacket is a tad plain or maybe I just need some crackerjack testimonials to pimp ... er, promote my book?
Dear readers, if my humble tome has touched your lives in any positive way won't you please write a few lines of praise to help a brother Jew out?
I await your glowing endorsements.
Chaim Amalek writes: Things would be very different for you if you had a Chinese wife. She'd be working to make you into a more successful man, beginning with your choice of topic, the manner in which you pursue it, write about it, and most of all, publicize your work when done. Honestly, what have you done to sell you work? Any
ads in trade publications, like Variety, letting the relevant markets know that this book, which conceivably is of interest to various Hollywood types, is even out there? Posting to a blog or to usenet or whatever other sort of invisible activity you have been up to JUST DOES NOT COUNT.
And next a book about jewish journalism. I mean, speaking on behalf of the world's genetic jews, just how large a market even exists for such a work? And of those who define that market, what fraction do you expect will actually buy such a book? You just don't have any sense of how to market yourself outside of the ---- shtick, which you just wandered into anyway. You need a Chinese Wife to do all of this for you. And - sorry - Cathy Seipp is not your Chinese wife.
