I have talked myself into many things. For instance, in the Spring of 1998 I talked myself into the idea of seeing “Spice World,” the pseudo-documentary about the Spice Girls. And then afterwards I talked myself into thinking it actually wasn’t all that bad. And then, perhaps most impressively of all, I talked myself into not being embarrassed about paying to see it (this took some doing).
I tell you this because when you’re an agent who so badly want to discover new authors and sell books and when you are reading thousands of queries in search of new projects, it’s very very very tempting to talk yourself into a project from a new author. If you squint right, a whole bunch of projects can sort of touch on the same chord as that other project that kind of hit this other nerve as this other project that enjoyed so much success.
But every now and then, a project comes along through the Discovery Pile (I have to pay Edward Necarsulmer IV a dollar every time I use that phrase) that is just so good and such an absolute no-brainer that it reminds you what it feels like when you have something that works. You don’t even have to think about whether it’s good or whether you want to rep it or whether it will sell, you just know.
And it always reminds me that if you have to talk yourself into something it means it isn’t right. Especially if it’s a movie about a British girl group.
SPICE UP YOUR LIFE! People of the world! Spice up your life! Every boy every girl!