On our company website, each of the agents has a paragraph about the kinds of book we are looking for. In mine, I wrote that I like the “hard to categorize,” which I thought was a clever way of saying that I’m quirky, that I think outside the vag, that I welcome misfits, eccentrics, lunatics and losers. And as a result, I get the craziest shit. The “truth” is that I do like the HTC, but I probably can’t sell it. The reason is that HTC stuff is hard to package, hard to market, hard to publicize and ultimately hard to find an audience for. I could cry over the HTC books I haven’t been able to find a home for. And as a result, I’m not as open as I have been. I just turned down a beautifully written book about marrow, an epic poem about saline. I turned down a family memoir about a group of people who don’t know one another but still hurt each other, and a book of humorous essays about genocide. Am I losing my edge?
What are your favorite “hard to categorize” books?
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