Sunday, November 02, 2008

$54 Love

So my writer friend Sara, also a talented web designer in her own right, picked out a bug in my new website today -- nothing major, and quickly fixed -- but the best thing she did was to remind me of something I saw yesterday and didn't register -- partly because I was so shocked, I'm sure.

Hardcover copies of Harlem Redux are now available again -- just in time for the Christmas season -- at the barely mentionable price of $54 a copy. I know it's a wonderful book, (all modesty aside), and of course, I'd gladly pay $54 for it, if I had that kind of cash and if I hadn't written it in the first place, but I'm stunned that my publisher thinks that others would think that highly of it, too.


I mean, I do know that many people love it. They've told me so in emails and face-to-face, but ... well, I'm just taken aback at the notion that there's any $54 love out there, especially in these trying times. Oh, well. At least, at that price it qualifies for Super Saver Shipping.

We'll see.

In the meantime, I'm going to ignore your burning question about you-know-what ... NaNo. Till later.

2 comments:

raspberrypink 6:32 PM  

Mom - remind me when I'm back in New York. Give me a copy of your book. The English department at Georgetown is teaching a class that's Harlem Renaissance themed in Spring. My current professor will be teaching it.

There's no way I'm enrolling, but I do want to give her a copy of your book if you can spare it.

Wouldn't you just love it if a whole bunch of poor miserable college students were forced to pay for a copy of your book every time they took the class?

See..then you could feel terrible about the 54 bucks.

TO ALL THE PEOPLE OUT THERE MOANING ABOUT THE PRICE:

I'm her daughter, currently enrolled at the most ridiculously expensive but wonderful Georgetown University. If you can't find it in your pockets, then find the $54 dollars in your hearts and consider them a donation to moi: Freshmen at the Edmund Walsh School of Foreign Service, who is working two jobs just in order to afford her textbooks.

Much love,

Persia Walker's daughter.

Sara J. Henry 8:53 AM  

Dear Persia Walker's daughter:

This made me laugh out loud.

I assure that one of the first things I will do as soon as I get a signed book contract will be to order your mother's book for that absurd $54.

Sincerely,
Persia Walker's writing friend Sara

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