Sure, sure. There were primaries and caucusi tonight, and thatâ€™s kind of important, too. ButÂ I need your help. Right now. Seriously.
The book, this book, On Whetsday? Itâ€™s ready to go to press. Thereâ€™s just one thingâ€¦Â the back matter.
Back matter may not be a familiar phrase to you, but itâ€™s the name for that little bit of text that sits on the back cover a paperback, luring you into picking up a copy and consider making a purchase. Itâ€™s a summary, itâ€™s a sales pitch, itâ€™sâ€¦Â something Iâ€™m really, really bad at writing.
Look, if I could get everything I want to say into a hundred words, Iâ€™d be a poet. But Iâ€™m not. Iâ€™m a novelist. This â€œsqueeze it down to a little sliver and make it interestingâ€ bit? I just suck at that.
So hereâ€™s the deal. Help me with this. If youâ€™ve read this far, you have a pretty good sense of the book, because weâ€™re really on the home stretch, and since the biggest complaints against the copy Iâ€™ve submitted for the back matter is that it gives too much away, knowing how this ultimately comes out really isnâ€™t necessary.
You give me a paragraph that sums up this book. Maybe two. Something I can slap on the cover. Iâ€™ll give you a big thanks in the acknowledgements.
Then we can get this puppy off to press where next week this space will contain a link where you can actually buy it. Sound like a deal?
Good. Now come on in. Where did we leave Dennyâ€¦