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It rippled through Twitter carrying the scents of sea air, spray-on tan and designer perfume. You could almost see the MFA flop sweat splattered on the screen.
A friend posted it on Facebook.
Drydiggins emailed me the link and stood back to watch my head explode.
Snooki, of Jersey Shore fame, is going to publish her first novel next year. Actually, Simon & Schuster’s Gallery Books is going to publish it. I assume she’s going to write it. Although…..the article on Gawker, not even the quoted part of the S & S media release, never actually mentions who will write the novel.
A mental reservation? Who knows.
The reception of this news has dripped with derision like Snooki drips of silver jewelry. I’ll admit, my first reaction was Why am I bothering to even try? Why didn’t I just try to cash in on my bad decisions, bad taste and bad behavior? Chelsea Handler, who wrote a book about sleeping around, has a huge following, book deals, and her own TV show. I feel like an idiot twice warmed over. I slept with an astonishing number of people. How irritatingly stupid of me to not have turned those (mis)adventures into a revenue stream upon each transaction. Even more irritating is the fact that I haven’t figured out how to make any money off of it since! (Note to a special Senator, that does not mean you’re off the hook. I still have those photos.)
I’ll admit, I’ve seen the show Jersey Shore only once. I was walking through the living room and the genius children were draped across the furniture breathing through their mouths, eyes glued to the tanned, accented drama playing out on the flat screen. I stopped and stared, too. Then I looked at the TV.
What I saw there was not entertainment so much as it was compelling. It was a front row seat into the details of lives, loves, and betrayals put on display for mass consumption.
Hey – maybe Snooki is qualified to write a novel. I mean, isn’t that pretty much what a novel is?
In today’s world, the crossover from “reality” TV celebrity to novelist, to talk show host, to infomercial MILF isn’t that much of a stretch. Not really.
She’s got fame. I assume she’s growing wealth. Here in these United States, that makes her smart and worthy, right? She’s worked hard to develop her persona and to latch on to her celebrity to work it. Like Chris Rock said in Ken Burns’s The Tenth Inning regarding steroids: “Who, in the whole country, wouldn’t take a pill to make more money at their job?”
Snooki, however, is a bitter pill for the writerly world to swallow. I understand the pit in the stomach of MFAs when they hear news like this. Heck, I don’t have an MFA. I’ve considered it, but that just seems like another bad investment when Snooki can get a publishing deal. I assure you, the novel I’m working on is never going to wear the label literary. If it gets published, it will likely be straight to paperback. The most I can hope for is a cool cover.
I don’t mean to downplay the disillusionment of people who take their writing seriously. I’m a Jenny Come Lately to writing. This hasn’t been my life’s work. While writing has always been a passion, it was definitely deferred, mostly forgotten while I got busy living life, raising a family, working. Had I spent the last twenty-five years writing, yesterday’s announcement would have had me snapping pencils, too.
But what if this young woman “Snooki” is a clever invention. Maybe Nicole Polizzi is, in truth, a smart, well-read, deep thinker who is playing a role. She’s a modern day philosopher who’s savvy enough to recognize that if you really want to reach the masses and spread your message, you have to make people listen to you first. You have to get their attention. It also helps, when dealing with the masses, to shed the elitism and pretend to embrace the anti-intellectualism. This way people believe that you understand them, you’re one of them, you are of them. And they should care what you think.
Perhaps, just perhaps, Snooki is a genius.
I have to wonder – are any of us really what we seem? Especially here, swimming among the internets, do we really know each other? What if, instead of this foul-mouthed, broke, overweight, founder of the parenting school of benign neglect, I’m actually an old money southern belle helicopter mom who is overweight? I have to throw the overweight part in there because some of you have seen the videos. I could fake the accent, the attitudes, the gestures. But I can’t fake that double chin.
Just last night, Betsy Lerner asked how phony are we? I actually left a sincere comment. I said I’m phony pleasant more than I care to admit. Stop laughing. It’s true. I’m the woman standing under the tree, shaking the paper cup of dry cat food, trying to coax down a kitten who was chased all the way to the tippy top by a neighbor’s dog who got loose. Instead of telling my kid and the rest of the Covered Bridge Springs Tarts that the kitten was not my problem and to go bother the actual owners of the kitten, I’m out there swatting at mosquitoes and talking baby talk into the tree branches.
When a clutch of panicking tweens are screaming and brandishing their cellphones and issuing shrill threats to dial 911, decisive action is needed. How I felt about it was secondary. The kitten, by the way, is safely out of the tree without the assistance of emergency personnel.
But I do things like that all time, against my nature. Am I playing a role then?
So maybe Snooki isn’t quite what she appears on the show. She has a novel in her? Who doesn’t? It’s the extracting of the damn story that’s the hard part, right? How many people say “I’d love to write a novel.” but never do?
Call me a Patty, but the most I’m going to say is that it’s a weird world we live in when truly talented people work their asses off and maybe never get published and someone like Snooki, with broad appeal, but seemingly little depth, is handed yet another opportunity to enrich herself.
This is where Art and Entertainment and Commerce collide, I suppose. Publishing is, after all, a business. Snooki already has a “diehard fan base of 600,000.” That’s a direct quote from the press release. Simon & Schuster has to sell books. Good editors can cure many ills.
Sadly, I bet plenty of writers are asking themselves today the age old question: “For whom am I writing?” Well, the educated writers are asking it that way. Someone like Snooki would ask “So why am I writing, yo?”
Answers, like people, will vary.