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.
Apprently, in White Oleander (which I haven’t yet read) the author makes some sort of anti-Oprah remarks, and Oprah chose it as one of her Book Club books. I could never compare Oprah to Wal-Mart, but I am sure someone could.
Let’s see . . . they’re both overblown, self-important arbiters of lower middle-class taste?
I was going to say something about big boxes but thought better of it…
Jim,
Now, that’s the way to get blog hits.
Checking back tomorrow,
Art
Maybe after they have it in stock, ol’ Sam Walton will be strolling by and pick it up to thumb through on his morning rounds. He will, of course, be disturbed and agog at the contents, and demand its immediate withdrawal from the shelves. The ensuing media frenzy will place you on an even keel with the likes of, say, The Insane Clown Posse. Such luck, Jim, such luck.
That would be awesome! An then I could do a cameo on WWF.
Well personally I am glad that my name has made it into walmart stores. I definitely disagree with Walmart as a get everything you need store, because the most needed elements of the store is the ground that they lay on, everstill, when I do go there, and I do go there, I see many people that I do not know. Now I am going in there with one thing in mind, to find myself. I hope you all like and laugh at this one, your loving sister, Mary
There’s a story there somewhere, Mary. About finding yourself in a Wal-Mart. The next time I teach a writing class, I’m pretty sure I will make that an assignment: write 1,000 words about finding yourself in a Wal-Mart…
Yeah, mary, I like this one big time, but don’t laugh.