I dropped off my Poetry book, LINES DRAWN AUTHENTIC: A Realized Man, with a major bookstore national chain in my city. It is already in the online system, but this particular store in a big mall does not have it on their shelves. If they accept it, I will do a 2-day book signing.
I have my head on straight. The bookstore will be making a BUSINESS DECISION, only. They will decide if their customers would likely buy it–WHETHER IT WOULD SELL THERE.
I have confidence in the Literary value of my Art. I hope you do. I hope that you labor hard at Los’ Anvil–William Blake’s fictitious mythic giant symbolizing the Creative process. I hope you do not settle for less than as perfect as you can make your Art. That’s how I work.
So far, however, I’m about the only one who believes that my Art has significant meaning. It’s a hard place to be. Maybe it’s where you are, too?
It puts us in a hard place. The same place F. Scott Fitzgerald was in, and died in. THE GREAT GATSBY did not even sell out the first edition. Fitzgerald died thinking he was a failure as a serious writer. He WAS popular. He WAS rich. But he made most of his money writing comic short stories in magazines like our VANITY FAIR; or VOGUE. Not “great literature.”
Hemingway, his friend sold millions of books, was rich and famous, AND was considered a great Literary figure in his own lifetime. THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA won Hemingway a Nobel Prize. Fitzgerald had none of this. He was like most of us.
I don’t think I need to say that now, THE GREAT GATSBY is considered one of the great Literary works of the 20th Century. Equal with Hemingway’s best.
Too bad he didn’t know it. He was like most of us. With one difference:
I know that what I’m writing is a significant contribution to English literature. I’m the only one who knows it.
“The notes are the same in E”–Dr. Dave Fekete; “Rintrah.”
ENIGMATIC DR DAVE ENTERPRISES, PRELUDED
David Fekete 