I’m attending the New York Pitch conference this month, which will give me a chance to talk up my book to editors who are supposedly looking for new material. I guess this will be kind of like a job interview, though, hopefully, with less desperation.
At this point I don’t have a pitch. My assignment this weekend is to write one. It’s only supposed to last a minute, about as long as a ride on an elevator, hence the name. I suppose elevators are good places to corner editors, at least in Manhattan.
The conference organizers suggested collecting book jacket copy from books similar to ours for examples of good pitches. I picked Dog Soldiers by Robert Stone, Graham Greene’s Our Man in Havana, Coffin for Dimitrios, by Eric Ambler, Conrad’s Victory and, last but not least, The Whereabouts of Eneas McNulty by Sebastian Barry. I figure I might as well model my pitch on book jackets of the gods.