My Imaginary Thankless Job
Jul. 9th, 2006 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saavedra77Last night, I dreamed that I was Alan Moore's literary agent.
On conscious reflection, I rather doubt that Alan Moore would have an agent, but there it was.
My job consisted in trying to shop around Moore's manuscripts to publishers and various other outlets. In fact, the really hard part was getting the Bard of Northampton to let them publish him.
Specifically, I spent most of the dream shopping around a stage play which the dream-Moore had written--something in the tradition of Brecht's Threepenny Opera: an irreverent political satire populated by disreputable characters, big boisterous musical numbers--a Swiss Army Knife of a play, one that did everything. I loved it; the script positively leapt off the page, in my sleeping imagination. And it was a breeze to sell: every theatrical company on two continents wanted it.
The catch? Finding a company that Moore was would work with. Every time I found a new company willing to do it, I called up The Bearded One, and held my cell phone at arm's length while he ranted about what "wankers" they all were.
On conscious reflection, I rather doubt that Alan Moore would have an agent, but there it was.
My job consisted in trying to shop around Moore's manuscripts to publishers and various other outlets. In fact, the really hard part was getting the Bard of Northampton to let them publish him.
Specifically, I spent most of the dream shopping around a stage play which the dream-Moore had written--something in the tradition of Brecht's Threepenny Opera: an irreverent political satire populated by disreputable characters, big boisterous musical numbers--a Swiss Army Knife of a play, one that did everything. I loved it; the script positively leapt off the page, in my sleeping imagination. And it was a breeze to sell: every theatrical company on two continents wanted it.
The catch? Finding a company that Moore was would work with. Every time I found a new company willing to do it, I called up The Bearded One, and held my cell phone at arm's length while he ranted about what "wankers" they all were.
