Oh, my. It looks like I'm going to have the same publisher as Helen Gurley Brown.
I received an e-mail today from a far-off rock-critic pal, informing me that an article I wrote eight years ago, copied for him, and forgot about, has now been used to sell a book of rock essays. The money is negligible, but the cachet is incalculable. This means that, through no fault of my own, I am suddenly no longer the only one of my friends and acquaintances who doesn't have a book out or on the way. (I'm not counting The Encyclopedia of Singles, because I was part of a group of authors and my name isn't next to the sections I wrote. Likewise with the other rock-history books to which I contributed: The Virgin Top 1000 Albums, The Grove Encyclopedia of Music, Behind the Hits, etc.)
Did I mention that I'm happy? I think I'm elated. I just don't know yet because the news is so unexpected and the money so underwhelming. But I'm sure I'll get more excited once the full impact of it hits me.
I'll post more information about this once the book is actually scheduled for release, but for now I'll tell you that it's to be published by Barricade. Meaning that I will be in the company of Gurley Brown's Sex and the Single Girl, as well as a collection of quotations by Margaret Sanger (sorry, no bold type) and—God help me—The Gay Wicca Book. To counteract those cooties, I think I will go out tonight, not have sex, and pray to Jesus—all at the same time.