I bought A.M. Homes' last book This Book Will Save Your Life today from the clearance section of a downtown book establishment. I was very disconcerted to read the inside flap when I got back home, which describes the book as being "uplifting". Gross. However, there is advanced praise on the back from John Waters, wherein he says "If Oprah went insane, this might be here favorite book." That certainly bodes well.
Unfortunately, the problem she has with sexing herself up in author's photos is still alive and well. This is by no means
limited to Holmes. Never having published a novel, I don't know whose call it is what photo to use or why such a call is made one way or the other. However, it always gets under my skin, because, frankly, I have a deep prejudice against conventionally attractive authors. It's unfair, I know, and it has everything to do with envy. Not only does this person have what I want (a published, presumably accalimed book) but they also appear to have what I will never, ever have (conventional good looks). It seems doubly unfair. My irrational internal self proclaims that if your attractive, you don't deserve a book deal, and vice versa. That doesn't mean I'll stop liking or reading a writer because they're too good looking. It just means that I'll resent them a little bit, deep down in my heart. I know enough to know it's ridiculous.
I really like A.M. Homes, but I did always felt a bit irked by her apparent
smoldering good looks. A random Googling not too long ago, however, lead me to realization that she is, in fact,
cute, but regular. Well, well.
I do wonder if and when my amazing opus is published, what I'll opt for. I'm thinking no photo is probably my best bet. I'm probably the least photogenic person in the history of the planet. They couldn't sex me up if they tried.