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You have definitely seen today's interviewee's work in bookstores. A former reporter for the Philadelphia Inquirer, she's published the extremely popular books Good in Bed, In Her Shoes and Little Earthquakes. She also has written a character into Good in Bed that seems suspiciously similar to her own dog, but so far he has not yet sued her.
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What you have to understand is that I have the aesthetic sensibility of a pencil eraser. My big idea for the cover of Good in Bed was ñ wait for it ñ ìthere should maybe be a bed on the cover. ThatÃd be good, right?î After deciding not to contribute to the poor art directorÃs nervous breakdown, I decided that how the covers should look was best left in hands other than mine. In general, IÃve been thrilled with the images and the colors ñ I think theyÃre very painterly and inviting. And the cover for In Her Shoes had the same picture as the cover for a book called Best Fetish Erotica. That was cool.
I think you should be true to yourself and write the book you want to
write, instead of casing your local bookstore and saying, ìHmm, looks like
those drug memoirs are selling really well, better go get myself an
addiction.î Or something like that.
But once the bookÃs written, I donÃt think it hurts to tell prospective agents, ìI think this book will appeal to readers of Xî (where X is Bridget Jones, as opposed to Booty Nomad.)
I donÃt think publishing
is quite as reductive as
Susan Isaacs, Marge Piercey, Laura Lippman, Anne Tyler, Jane Smiley, Ayelet
Waldman, Tabitha King, Sophie Kinsella, Anne Lamott, Judy Budnitz, Fran
Lebowitz, Nora Ephron, Katha Pollitt, Barbara Ehrenreich, and Margaret
Atwood, who IÃd adore even if she hadnÃt recently stood
up in defense of chick lit. And I just read a completely hilarious essay
collection called My Horizontal Life by a stand-up comic named
Chelsea Handler. ItÃs coming out this summer.
You know what IÃm really pissed about? Not the dog thing, but the baby thing. I mean, I have a baby, and then I turn around and all of these little celebbies are toting around newborns, too. Frickinà copycats.
I love
In terms of where IÃd
like to live, maybe
Once Gen X, always Gen X. Right? Unless we all make porn movies! Then weÃd be Gen XXX! Or we all get constipated! Then weÃd be Gen X-Lax! Or eating at South of the Border, which would make us Gen Tex-Mex!
Oh, God. Stop me before
I kill again!
I finished writing Good in Bed in December of 1999. I sent out query
letters to twenty-five agents. I got twenty-three rejections. Many of them
were not even rejection letters ñ oh, no. I got rejection postcards (the
better to pack the maximum rejection into the minimum of space). Wound up
working briefly with a very big deal agent on the west coast, who was full
of helpful advice like, ìI donÃt think the heroine should be fat. ItÃs
going to make it very hard to get a movie deal. Nobody wants to see a movie
about a lonely, pathetic fat girl!î And, ìI donÃt think we should call
the book Good in Bed. I think we should call it Big Girl.î
Yikes. I didnÃt know much about publishing, but I did know that I was
going to have a much better time walking into parties and saying, ìHi,
Jennifer Weiner, Good in Bedî than I would saying, ìJennifer
Weiner, Big Girlî
So I asked one of the editors working in her office if she knew any other agents (preferably one with free time and low standards). She gave me Joanna PulciniÃs name. I sent her the manuscript on a Friday, and on Monday morning my phone at the newspaper rang and there was this little tiny voice saying, ìI LOVED your book! It spoke to me!î I have very distinct memories of sitting there, thinking, ìHow?î
I think IÃve a not-terribly-unusual ride from the media ñ IÃve
been misquoted, taken out of context, and had the plots of my books
distorted. The funny thing was, I was shocked ñ shocked! ñ when it
happened. I was a reporter for ten years. I knew how the sausage got made.
Still, it was mighty uncomfortable to find myself being the one going
through the grinder. It was
shocking to me to read in a major daily newspaper that my books pit fat
women against thin onesÖand even more shocking when I emailed the reporter
to gently point out that this wasnÃt so much the case, and she wrote back
saying, ìYeah, well, sorry, my editor thought it would be sexier this
way.î I have a feeling this goes back to the chick-lit label. When
youÃre writing about Jonathan
Safran Foer, or some hot young male writer that the mediaÃs decided to
take super-seriously, you canÃt just go off on imaginary riffs on the
subject of his book. But when itÃs chick lit, feel free (thatÃs, of
course, if the big media types notice you at all. Frequently, they wonÃt.)
At this point, IÃm pretty much of the attitude that as long as they spell my name right and get the title of the book right, itÃs all good ñ and I should say that IÃve had some absolutely wonderful profiles, and some great reviews.
But it still depresses me to see it happen to other young women writers. Think of all the profiles written of Curtis Sittenfeld where the reporterÃs main objective was to find out if the author, like her heroine, gave her high-school boyfriend a blow jobÖbecause God knows, if itÃs in your novel, it must have actually happened to you, because women canÃt, you know, make stuff up.
For the most part, yes. I always try to come away with something
constructive that I can use to make the next book better. This is usually
easier said than done. What IÃve learned from my last book is that if you
write a story with four female characters, at least a few lazy reviewers
will always say youÃre ripping off "Sex and the City." I must
have missed the season where there was a fat character on that show. Or a
black one.
What I say is, ìThanks for letting me know.î What I want to say?
Unless theyÃre really awful about it, ìThanks for letting me know (but,
honestly, what am I supposed to do about it at this point?)î
October 7. And my new book, Goodnight Nobody, is coming out October 5. On October 6, my new album, Jennifer Weiner sings the Cole Porter Songbook, drops.
What about the HBO
adaptation of Good in Bed?
In development hell, so nothing to see there.
Not really. It was just a question of parking myself in front of the computer and writing.
Well, who else are they going to ask? Mom?
I think the publishing
industry is still shrouded in mystery, where people assume that youÃve got
to live in
Love them. Love them, love them, love them. Writing is a lonely, isolated business, so I really enjoy getting to wear the grown-up clothes and being with people.
No, IÃm pretty much okay with everything....and if I pick up a book that
IÃm not in love with, IÃll just put it down, and drop it off at my
gymÃs book exchange. I could definitely do without the trend of older
women writers bashing young ones. My feeling is, there are plenty of men in
the world to take care of that.
When I wrote about CannieÃs pregnancy in Good in Bed, IÃd never
been pregnant. I wish IÃd known how incredibly hard it was to find
maternity clothes if youÃre bigger than a size fourteen, and how
incredibly exhausted you are during the first three months.
You know that girl who fainted on the runway during the judging a couple
weeks ago on "AmericanÃs Next Top Model"? ItÃs about
like that.
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