I recently Googled my name (I know, how pathetic am I) and discovered a listing in Amazon. It appears I wrote a book 25 years ago.
I have a very unusual first and last name. In fact, I think I’m safe in saying it’s unique in the U.S. So shouldn’t I know if I wrote a book?
25 years ago I was hired to write a handbook on geneology. I finished and, as these things often go, was never paid for it. I assumed the project never went anywhere. But apparently someone took my manuscript, turned it into a finished work, and actually listed me as the author!
No longer am I just a hack writer, ghost writing for clients and getting my name on an occasional magazine article. No sir. I now have an official, actual book credit. I’m not just a hack writer – I’m a hack AUTHOR.
Somewhere out there (in a small college library in Ohio, as near as I can determine) there is a book collection and I’m in it. I am an author. I am immortal.
I shall now light my pipe, mix a pitcher of martinis and await lunch at the Algonquin.
…without informing you? It’s not that this isn’t really freaking cool - it is - but it seems a bit strange. Shouldn’t someone have told you, not to mention paid you?
The only merit I have in this game is being used as a reference in a history essay. That was kinda cool, though.
The book is shelved at Cincinnati Christian University and according to their online catalog, it’s available. Think of it. Not only am I an author, but I am nourishing the minds of prospective theologians!
Yes, I suppose I should pursue payment, now that I know there’s tangible evidence that I did the work. However, the amount of money is so small (even in 1980 dollars) that it’s pointless to go after it.
I am, however, astonished that my name remained attached.
Besides, my friends, if someone offered you immortality for the cost of about 30 hours work, wouldn’t you seize it?
I found a copy available, and have ordered it. I shall get one of those fancy shadow box things and display my opus proudly in my study.
I too have Googled my name (doesn’t everyone?), with a pathetic dozen hits. Half of these are from relatives listed in online geneologies, while the rest relate to my connection to Jack the Ripper as father of one of his victims :eek: .