all art is prostitution says baudelaire

I'm putting together a list so my publisher at Emergency Press can send out advanced review copies/galleys of Green Girl that will go out in the next month or so. If you write/review books for publications (online journals, literary journals, reviews, etc.) or write a blog that reviews or features contemporary titles, or if you wrote about O Fallen Angel, and you want a review copy of Green Girl to peruse for this purpose, please contact me as soon as you can with your address at francesfarmerismysister@gmail.com so I can put you on the review list.  Also, please specify if you would additionally like to be put on the review list for Frances Farmer is My Sister (the book, Spring 2012, if I write it/finish it). Even if I had your address before could you contact me again? Also I am assuming everyone moves as much as I do, which is seemingly every year. Moving to the Southeast in two weeks. All information has scattered. Also, if you are willing/cool with receiving an electronic galley as opposed to a galley-galley, let me know in the message as well. When you decide you dig it and want to review the book you can then be sent a review copy of course!

Everything in my life feels complicated and chaotic. I am reading nothing and meditating on less. Hello, random people who I have contacted on the Ethernets to review my CV/life/think about reviewing me (reviewing something I wrote? this feels like a self-review as well.) I am usually not so banal and boring. Or maybe I am. My banality is usually arranged with more energy, then let's say.

Over the course of several years Green Girl was rejected by at least 100 people (presses and agents, etc.) John says this number is an exaggeration, but I actually think it's whatever the opposite of an exaggeration is.  That is probably information I should not provide. A chief complaint from the trade institutions (agents and so forth) was that the book was too self-conscious.

I suppose I should now say here what the book is about. I suppose I assume that if you even sporadically read this blog you know what it is about, since I have written about it for the year I've written this blog, its themes trials and travails. It is an existential novel about shopping and make-up. Like its main character, Ruth, it is obsessed with mysticism and fashion magazines, Jean Seberg and Deneuve and the actresses of the French New Wave, the cool lovelies of film and wrestles with the ingenues of today. To be sexy and sell it, I should add that it also features in its pages: girls making out for sport,  an awkward drunken threesome, stranger sex, the devirginizing of a pale and devout young man, defecation and messy periods, an Ecstasy scene, an abortion that is treated irreverently, porn (tangentially), a nervous breakdown, and the city of London. And Hare Krishnas.