This from The Paris Review yesterday:
The Paris Review is partnering with the Standard, East Village to find a Writer-in-Residence. The idea is this: in January, a writer with a book under contract will get a room at the Standard, East Village, in downtown Manhattan, for three weeks’ uninterrupted work. Applications will be judged by the editors of The Paris Review and Standard Culture.
Ah, so the catch is that you have to have a book under contract.
As Richard Lawson put it at The Atlantic Wire:
[S]o you can't submit the Torchwood fanfic that you've been meaning to self-pub. No sir, this is only for legitimate writers. (As deemed by a small group of publishing people in New York City, anyway.)
Thoughts on this opportunity of a three-week lifetime for an author with a book deal?
Disabled from a stroke 15 years ago I learned to type with one finger and get my life back in order. And in this I won two Lambda Awards, one for Bisexual Fiction the other for Gay Erotica. I bet I won't even be considered, anyway, I have a place to stay. Paris Review did nothing for my.
ReplyDeleteI do like the concept. It's a win-win. The writer gets free, nice digs and the hotel gets advertising. Being the naughty lass I am, I would take the room and never, ever, pay to stay there in the future and would probably not mention the hotel to others (thus no free advertising from me.. hey, they can get their word-of-mouth revenue from other people). Heh heh.
ReplyDeleteHow about for people with a reality TV series pilot in the works?
ReplyDeleteOh, just asking for a "friend."
Great PR thinking from the hotel. January? NYC tourists vanish in droves after January 3rd. You'll notice that's when many Broadway shows close.
ReplyDeleteSo the hotel will have excess capacity. They'll get publicity in Paris and elsewhere (even on EVGrieve!)
Those of you who want to promote a business, take note.
If I had a room at the Standard EV, writing would be the last thing I'd be doing. Then again maybe a sequel to the 50 Shades of Stupidity will be born from here. Or another sitcom about a girl artist "struggling" to be a writer whilst she gets free room in THE Standard EV and a good trust fund from mom and dad. And since she's "struggling" to write, she, meanwhile, treats the EV as her personal playground consuming everything the EV has to offer -- cupcakes, froyos, alcohol, BBQ ribs, biscuits in a hoof, men, women, while sexting and riding a Citibike -- and partying at rooftops while she jumps from staircase to landings to staircases. EV Girl and Sex in a Hoof in the City.
ReplyDeleteJames, any reason why your despicable character had to be a female?
ReplyDeleteIf the character were a man, I can see him doing the same exact things which is kind of sad.. and yet so telling.. as the wussification of that generation is complete and it's difficult to distinguish between male and female roles (i.e., both sexes standing in line for a cronut while sporting day-glo flip flops).
What on earth does it mean to be "in contract" in this day and age? Anyone can be a publisher now, so an author can be in contract with him- or her- or itself.
ReplyDelete- East Villager