It's #NationalWritingDay today, so let's look back at a few famous literary rejection letters!
Everyone's a critic...
“An endless nightmare. I think the verdict would be ‘Oh don’t read that horrid book.'”
Rejection letter quote for War Of The Worlds, a novel by H.G. Wells.
“I don’t dig this one at all.”
From a rejection letter for On The Road, a novel by Jack Kerouac.
“Too radical of a departure from traditional juvenile literature.”
From an initial rejection letter for The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz, a novel by L. Frank Baum.
“We feel that we don’t know the central character well enough.”
Rejection letter quote for The Catcher In The Rye, a novel by J.D. Salinger.
“Hopelessly bogged down and unreadable.”
From a rejection letter for The Left Hand Of Darkness, a novel by Ursula K LeGuin.
“An absurd and uninteresting fantasy which was rubbish and dull.”
A scathing rejection letter for Lord Of The Flies, a novel by William Golding.
“Apparently the author intends it to be funny - possibly even satire - but it is really not funny on any intellectual level.”
From a rejection letter for Catch-22, a novel by Joseph Heller.
"Your pigs are far more intelligent than the other animals, and therefore the best qualified to run the farm.”
A somewhat pedantic rejection letter for Animal Farm, a novel by George Orwell.
"First, we must ask, does it have to be a whale?"
Rejection letter quote for Moby Dick, a novel by Herman Melville.
Whatever you do as a writer, stick to it. Success involves knocking on many doors before you decide which one you're going to kick down! #NationalWritingDay
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Given the current heatwave, I feel obliged to ask my favourite question: is it time to bring back the leisure suit?
Let's find out...
Now we all know what a man's lounge suit is, but if we're honest it can be a bit... stuffy. Formal. Businesslike. Not what you'd wear 'in da club' as the young folks say.
So for many years tailors have been experimenting with less formal, but still upmarket gents attire. The sort of garb you could wear for both a high level business meeting AND for listening to the Moody Blues in an espresso bar. Something versatile.
Today in pulp I look back at the publishing phenomenon of gamebooks: novels in which YOU are the hero!
A pencil and dice may be required for this thread...
Gamebooks are a simple but addictive concept: you control the narrative. At the end of each section of the story you are offered a choice of outcomes, and based on that you turn to the page indicated to see what happens next.
Gamebook plots are in fact complicated decision tree maps: one or more branches end in success, but many more end in failure! It's down to you to decide which path to tread.
He was the terror of London; a demonic figure with glowing eyes and fiery breath who could leap ten feet high. The penny dreadfuls of the time wrote up his exploits in lurid terms. But who was he really?
Today I look at one of the earliest pulp legends: Spring-Heeled Jack!
London has always attracted ghosts, and in the 19th Century they increasingly left their haunted houses and graveyards and began to wader the capital's streets.
But one apparition caught the Victorian public attention more than most...
In October 1837 a 'leaping character' with a look of the Devil began to prey on Londoners. Often he would leap high into the air and land in front of a carriage, causing it to crash. It would then flee with a high-pitched laugh.