I’ve always rather slyly admired Miss Snark, the hard-bitten, hard-drinking and altogether hard nameless NY literary agent who has constantly blogged for these past two years. What with one thing and another, I hadn’t looked at her blog for several months – and was saddened to see that she’s closed it, as of 20th May this year. “The questions were increasingly ones I’d already answered or ones I couldn’t answer. Managing the mail was actually more time consuming than the blog”, she said.
I once, rashly, offered a crate of champagne to the person who could reveal her true identity. I almost immediately rescinded the offer, realizing that it is foolish and ungallant to let daylight in upon magic.
Where are you, Miss Snark? The publishing world is greyer and more sober without you. What will it take to bring you back?
No other post on this day.
You big fibber Peter Cox, you know very well that I won that bet fair and square and that you still owe me that bottle, no good trying to feed it to me in glasses…although by now it probably is a bottle.
Yep, she’s gone. We miss her snarky ways!
OK, it’s a fair cop! Bubbly coming atcha…
