Too Hot for Stores

I thought y’all’d get a kick out of one of the complete REJECT images for the cover. Look, you know me – I LOVED it. I suggested it. The response was complete horrified silence…like, “Oh-m-Gawd! Barnes & Noble would order exactly NO copies of this book, Jennifer!”

Is there something wrong with me? I’m starting to wonder. Why is it that all things completely inappropriate appeal to me? My mother was just visiting and People Magazine (yes, you heard correctly…my Famous Fame increasing as we speak) asked me for a photo. My mother said (echoing the sentiments of my publicist, agent and editor), “You’re not going to send that Terry Richardson photograph, are you?” and I was like, “Yeah. What’s the matter with it?”

I think there’s literally a part of my brain that’s missing: the couth part or maybe it’s the modesty part or maybe it’s just a kind of warped sense of humor that no one else gets. I dunno. So anyway, check People Magazine next week and see who won the argument.

Meanwhile, this week, read the gorgeous review of The Booster in The Boston Globe by my new hero, Carol Iaciofano! Carol (who’s a brilliant writer in her own respect and should totally become a Famous Author!) writes, “Jennifer Solow has neatly dropped her literary beach towel near the spot of sand occupied by Kate White and Sophie Kinsella. There’s hope in this story, and beach book season is just around the corner.”

Is this cool or what?

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Ode to Jac

Yes, the day has arrived.
I received a note from the very first person (who is not my mother, my mother’s friend, Pam, or my aunt Janie) who has finished the book.

Here is what Jac (an ex-lawyer-turned-writer from New York) says:

“Jennifer- I loved your novel. I read it one day- and refused to leave the apartment last Saturday, the first spring day in the City. I am just embarking on the publishing process with my first novel “Six Minutes In The City.”

Now you may think that all Famous Authors are all cool-n-junk, but this one is secretly…well, not cool at all.

Thank you, Jac! I am rendered wordless.

P.S. Can someone publish “Six Minutes In the City” please!

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Arianne Phillips was ROBBED!

I finally had a friend who was nominated for an Oscar. This is a glorious time in any Famous Author’s life…a time when phrases like, “My dear friend who’s nominated for an Oscar…” or “My friend, Oscar-nominated…” etc etc come in handy.

But now that my dear friend lost the Oscar to a lesser movie and was RIPPED OFF of her rightly deserved status as “Oscar-winning-dear-friend” I must protest, though possibly in vain. I, even with my power and influence, can not turn back the clock 24 hours and protest this disgraceful abuse of justice.

Is Arianne (Ari to me, her dear-dear-Famous-Author-friend) Phillips not the greatest costume designer to ever live? Is Hedwig and the Angry Inch not the most fabulously styled and sewn array of hairy bits (she bloodied her poor fingers to the bone on that one) to ever be made into an outfit? Is Walk The Line not an example of finesse and subtlety of cut,color and material? Excuse me? Memoirs of a Geisha? ARIANNE PHILLIPS invented Memoirs of a Geisha (well, stolen from centuries and centuries of tradition and culture).

So here I sit, eating my bon bons and vicariously feeling the pain. Indeed even my Famous Author’s photo was my homage to Arianne. If you come and see me on tour you will see an array of Arianne-styled outfits (Madonna’s cast-off black Pucci shirt, Gucci, Coureges, vintage Jean Muir) and I must say, while many might feel that Best Movie should have been Brokeback or that Heath was upstaged by another year of mimicry, Arianne was the one I was routing for. She is the uncontested winner in my mind. There you have it.

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