The March deadline I set myself for finishing The Money Spinner came and went. My agent is mulling over what he thinks I ought to bear in mind before continuing but at least he claims to be enjoying it. He says it feels like a series of set pieces, lacking in some kind of overarching structure. I can quite believe it. It is partly intentional, it is a kind of short attention span work, reflecting the narrator's internet-based reality. Did you know, for example, that capital letters are being used less in corporate copy writing for websites because it slows readers down?
Got a letter today from Cape saying that they are emptying their warehouse of the B format of the novel. Me and Murakami and Bill Bryson. Publishing is weird.
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