Sad but True File: Falling Down My Agent’s Stairs
December 2, 2011 § 36 Comments
Suppose you managed to get a rock star agent who sold your first novel, House of Gentle Men, in three days. Suppose you subsequently fired him in a Daddy-complex-fueled rage and then spiraled into obscurity for ten years while he represented a miserable failure called The Lovely Bones. Suppose you crawled back to him last year like a once-proud runaway beagle now being passed around for cigarettes at the local shelter. Suppose he sold your fourth novel, Blue Asylum, in four days. Suppose he and his wife then asked you to come and stay at his house in Upper New York.
You would think, as I did, I will not screw this up in any way, and I will be the perfect guest. Incredibly nervous, shivering and scarred from my years on the outskirts of publishing, I was desperate to please and immediately began gulping a drink that was eighty percent vodka to steady my nerves.
I went looking for the bathroom down a dark hallway, opened the door and stepped into nothing. For the bathroom was actually a long, steep stairway leading to their love den. I began falling, my right elbow going through their wall (see lower right of photo), my desperately flailing left hand taking out their family pictures as I hurtled down the stairs.
I could hear his wife screaming through the walls, and was still so determined to have a quiet night every few stairs I called out encouraging things like, “No worries! I’m okay!” and “It’s all good!”
I was still holding on to my vodka glass like a good guest as the contents splashed down the entire staircase.
She found me on my back at the bottom of the stairs, holding up the empty glass, the twist of lime behind my head.
I was quite banged up and had hit my head. I kept saying I was fine as they pressed an ice pack to my cranium as I downplayed the incident and cheerfully answered their questions (Example: Who is president of the United States? Answer: Clinton.)
They refused to let me fix their wall and instead memorialized it.
I will not be invited back.
Henry and Wendy, good times.
You’re like a modern-day Brendan Behan. Except even funnier. http://www.nndb.com/people/140/000100837/brendan-behan-1.jpg
High praise indeed, Jed.
Now that’s a post I can relate to. Except for the success part. And being invited somewhere.
Ha! Great/surreal seeing you in Vegas with Ro and my dear mother.
Lunch in Vegas was fun. So I guess I was invited somewhere. But I meant somewhere nice.
P.S. Your Mom is adorable. Two words: Gambler’s Anonymous.
Mel and I were in tears reading this. Of course, we’re currently driving through Vale, the onion capital of Eastern Oregon, so that might also have something to do with it.
Mark, half my family lives in and around Vale. And they are the Onion Kings of Eastern Oregon. (seriously) How you guys found your way there, I have no idea…
Whatever works, Mark. I am appreciative of the fortuitous conditions that led to your laughter. Enjoy your drive, say hi to Mel and whatever dawg is sticking his nose out your window.
It sounds like a House for Non-Gentle Women.
I laughed out loud at your “hand taking out their family pictures.”
That would actually make a great title for a sequel, Scott.
Which one?…
I wonder if your quality of life would benefit from a Midas’ touch? all alcohol would turn into Evian.
that would be helpful, yes. Great seeing you on Wednesday. Sorry we didn’t get to visit more.
Well, you have cover art and a title for the funny autobiography he will sell in two days: “Kathy Was Here.”
I think I should just give up on literature and embrace this side of me. PS loved your video, Mark. Beautiful.
Forgot to click “notify me of follow up comments,” which, by the way, could be the title of your sequel.
Omg Kathy while grace may be a faimly memebers name its something we all lack..instead we are more like little Abner from the old funny papers on Sunday seems to be a cloud following us around. We are undeniably uninsurable . Accident prone is gross understatement…. Drink responsibly next time lol…
“understandably Uninsurable” is the best description I’ve ever heard of our family!
I love you so much right now.
I’d invite you back.
Thank you Elaine! Where do you live? Red or white?
Your always falling head over heels over something ls
I feel so bad for you! But why then am I laughing so hard? Bad Julie! Bad Julie!
That is just a natural human response, Julie.
When creating new relationships, i always say it is important to leave an “impression”…
– but i did not mean “in the wall”! Hilarious!! love the kathy! cried when you noted where the lime had landed. perfect! the best storyteller! xxoo
thank you Monique. The story of us meeting that guy at the Ritz Carlton bar is a good one, too.
Well, like I said when you first told me this story, you always do make an impression.
Yes sometimes in the most horrific of ways.
That wall got off lucky. I know how clumsy you are!
The wall sustained only minor injuries, Simon. This time.
There is a silver lining in this dark cloud. You’re talented enough to have a literary agent. Be grateful for your talent and your hard headedness.
Well said Daniel.
This now surpasses sucking tequila from the shag carpet. Well done, Kathy!
Ohhh I told you this story. Not my finest moment. Well, actually it was.
very funny. you should write a book.
Great idea seeside.