They’re selling my book at Wal-Mart. I have no idea how to respond to this. It’s like when Donald Rumsfeld bought a snow globe with a characature of himself in it, with the caption “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” on the outside, and put it up in his office.
I mean, did he get the irony of this? Or was the irony that he didn’t care, that he’d gotten so big that he was impervious to criticism. (Or perhaps he simply thinks racism is funny…)
I am rather certain that no one at Wal-Mart has read my book, and so no one at Wal-Mart knows that around page 30, I begin to criticize, in a subtle way, what companies like Wal-Mart have done to this country. And yet, I wonder if they did know, what they would do? Would they even care? Or would they just be stoked to have a book they could sell at bargain bin prices in their store? I mean, you can buy Michael Moore books at Wal-Mart too.
Note from author: Actually, I lied, you can’t buy Michael Moore books at Wal-Mart.