Monday, February 26, 2018
Dear Publisher: The Lorax
I was upstairs shelving in the non fiction section of my library, and I was suddenly suffused with exhaustion. All these books! Agitating, cajoling, arguing, imploring, instructing! And all with their agendas, both naked and ambitious, furtive and secret. Usually all of the above.
I know that you may be responsible for several of these books. I mean no disrespect or personal condemnation. And anyway I suspect you have some rueful inkling of what I mean.
Because these books, thousands and millions of books! The babble! The cacophony! The cry of "Me! Me! Me!" I am overcome. Sometimes it is all too much.
And so, you ask, what is my point? Why am I writing to you?
I want you to publish my book of course.
And why, you ask, should you publish me? How am I different from all these millions of pages and millions of cries?
I have no agenda of my own. I speak for the trees.