Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Stranger Than Fiction

by Daddy X

“I don’t know a publisher who would even consider this.”

“You say you’re an editor, that you’ve got connections.”

“Connections, yes. But—“

“You supposedly do edgy stuff, right?”

“Edgy, sure. But this is simply ridiculous.”

“Hey, compared to some sci-fi and paranormal out there, it’s not such a stretch. Christ, people write all sorts of aberrant things. Vampires. Zombies. Shit like that.”

“They’re acknowledged sub-genres. They all fall into Horror.”

“You’re telling me my story isn’t horrible?”

“Horrible, yes. Quite horrible in fact. But you’ve set your book in the real world. This kind of thing just doesn’t happen.

“Give me a break. It happened in Germany in the 1930’s.”

“Plus, I don’t know who could identify with the main character. He’s a shithead. You’ve got him introducing himself to women by grabbing them by the pussy.”

“Other writers do reprehensible characters. Look at Donleavy: Balthazar B. – Ginger Man.”

“But his characters show endearing traits. There’s nothing to like about your guy. Christ, he cheats everybody he deals with. Hates everybody. Got his wife at an eastern European auction. No way he’d ever become president.”

“Maybe we can self-publish?”


  1. Bravo! (But is this story supposed to be erotica? Nevermind. I don't think I want to know.

  2. Too true that if you (or anyone) had made it all up, you would be told this character just won't sell.

  3. You'd also have been told that no one would believe that in the 21st century, so many people would swallow the lying BS that spews out of this cretin's every pore, and believe enough of it to elect him. But then there's that old saying about no one ever going broke underestimating the intelligence of the American people. And the other one about how the American people get the leaders they deserve, and they deserve to get them good and hard. Sigh...


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