Even though I believe blogs are as egocentric, as myspace and facebook (both of which I maintain), I've decided to enter the cutthroat world of literature and must also create and maintain what is called a "platform" by the sages of entertainment. This elusive platform was best described to me by fellow artist Collin Fletcher (aka "Mr. Fletch" to Kealing middle schoolers) as showing your dick to people who want to tug on it and not in a good way. To a modest person, that's rather fucking embarrassing. I'm paraphrasing, of course. I don't quite recall if he used the words "dick" or "fucking," but that's how I interpreted our conversation.
I finished what's turned out to be a 3.5-year goddamn novella. Four of seven literary agents politely shat on my query letter, and I still haven't heard from the other three. With my hands in discouraged pockets, I quickly got to work on the second part of the six parts I have swirled in my pretty head. Perhaps because the second book is completely true, I've written, in a couple of months, what has taken years to finish in my novella. I've had fun writing it too. So that's where I'm at now.
Two things now: 1) I ask, in the off chance that this is actually being read by anyone, for platform idears. I'm eternally working on a personal website, and I've submitted shorts to various lit mags, so there's that. 2) Here's a variation on the query I sent out. Email me or post what you think I can to make it more dazzling. At this time, there's nothing I can/am willing to do about the word count. It's a novella, and until I'm finished with the second book, it will stay that way.
Dear Mr. Agent,
Because I believe nonfiction can be as artful as fiction, my novel, The Stargazers: a Momentary Memoir, may be of interest to you.
Charlie’s love has died with Valérie, and her affection, which briefly gave him reason, is replaced with the empty rationality that his atheism has created. He flees the sudden meaninglessness of work and school to the adventure-road of hitchhiking, a place where he met the French-Canadian woman he once worshipped but ultimately deserted.
Along Charlie’s travels, the finality of existence is observed in American icons like Mt. Rushmore with its weathering granite and Lake Michigan in its Great complacency. Absurdity is evident in the pesky company of a tiny purple ape, Charlie’s equine backpack, Rocinante II, and the omnipresence of his lost Québécoise.
The Stargazers: a Momentary Memoir is an appeal to return to awe once the spiritual, emotional, and existential idols that balance reality are removed, and there truly is nothing. The story is a struggle between understanding and ignorance and the translation of that conflict into confused action. What is right? What is wrong? What is real? What is not? Where do philosophy, love, and gods meet? If the answers are not evident, the stars can help us all forget the questions.
The Stargazers: a Momentary Memoir is complete at around 33,000 words. It is the first of a six-part series, The Stargazers, that in its entirety should be considered narrative nonfiction or memoir; nevertheless, each intimately connected piece may also stand alone as literary fiction. The six parts will consist of several media including a graphic novel. I am well into the second novel, a memoir.
I graduated from Texas State University, where I majored in English and minored in French. This novel was written with careful consideration for various schools of literary theory such as psychoanalysis and postmodernism. I live in Austin, Texas.
My manuscript is ready to be sent at your request.
I appreciate your time and consideration and look forward to hearing from you.
C. Andres Alderete
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