Bestselling: How to write a book that flies off shelves, earns millions, and can be summed up in a 500 word title
One of the most secretive and least understood jobs in book publishing is the titleist. You would think that a book’s author comes up with its title, but you would not be correct. Book titles are written by titleists, and experienced titleists can earn more than doctors, although not more than doctors who moonlight writing book titles.
To understand their special brand of magic, compare how skilled titleists have improved on the original efforts of unimaginative authors:
| ORIGINAL TITLE |
BEST-SELLING TITLE |
| Moby Dick | Moby Dick: How the hubris of Capt. Ahab challenged God, defied himself, and endangered a species |
| On the Road | On the Road: One man’s journey through the margins of America while struggling against substance abuse a shot of whiskey at a time |
| A Million Little Pieces | A Million Little Pieces: The fictional story of a real liar |
| The Bible | The Bible: Why Abraham kept God’s covenant, invented circumcision, bought up all the land in Canaan, and begat Isaac, who begat Jacob, who begat Judah, who begat Pharez, who begat Hezron, who begat Ram, who begat Amminadab, who begat Nahshon, who begat Salmon, who begat Boaz, who begat Obed, who begat Jesse, who begat David, who begat Solomon, who begat Rehoboam, who begat Abijah, who begat Asa, who begat Jehoshaphat, who begat Joram, who begat Uzziah, who begat Jotham, who begat Ahaz, who begat Hezekiah, who begat Manasseh, who begat Amon, who begat Josiah, who begat Jeconiah, who begat Shealtiel, who begat Zerubbabel, who begat Abiud, who begat Eliakim, who begat Azor, who begat Sadok, who begat Achim, who begat Eliud, who begat Eleazar, who begat Matthan, who begat Jacob, who begat Joseph, who begat Jesus, and eventually, Paris Hilton |
FOX Reality Presents: Are you dumber than an idiot?
From the network that brought you “Two Contestants, One Cup” and “I’d Kill Myself for a Million Dollars” comes a match of wits against the witless, a test of wills against the unwilling, a mental challenge against the mentally challenged—Are You Dumber Than An Idiot?
In this groundbreaking reality competition, players have the chance to take home six-digit winnings going question for question against opponents with double-digit IQ’s. With mind-numbing inquiries from “How many fingers am I holding up?” to “What color is this?”, nothing is off the table in the ultimate confrontation of cerebral cortexes.
When you’ve got everything to win and they have nothing to lose, only the struggle between synapses will separate the merely stupid from those with serious birth defects such as hydrocephalus, phenylkketonuria, cretinism, and many more cranial anomalies. Are YOU dumber than an idiot? Only on FOX Reality, Sundays at 9PM.
Asian cinema seems so sophisticated…
…until you read what they’re really saying.
Bullet Point Film Review: There Will Be Blood
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Bullet Point Film Review: Gone Baby Gone
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When is HGH not really HGH?
Roger Clemens is telling the truth. He never told friend and teammate Andy Pettitte that he had taken human growth hormone. That Andy is always mishearing things, like the time he thought the Pledge of Allegiance says “and to the republic of witches’ hands.”
What Clemens actually said was that he’d been taking Hunan growth hormone—an ancient herbal remedy for enhancing performance, not on the pitcher’s mound, but rather, ahem, with getting to home base. Which is why he is so reluctant to talk about it. It’s a guy thing.
As for his wife taking it, too, maybe they were just following the directions on the bottle. It is not our place to judge. We cannot read Chinese.
Hot new trailer for the year’s biggest film!
Hooray! Savvy studio executives who have stockpiled scripts can now employ malnourished writers to cram them all together, firebombing strike-weary audiences with a barrage of star power unmatched outside of Alpha Piscis Austrini.
What do writers want? Justic! When do they want it? Nowe!
You wouldn’t normally associate a labor strike with writers. Striking usually means not working, which is what most writers do anyway. But many people would be surprised at the conditions writers are often forced to labor under. And it isn’t a new problem.
During the “Golden Age” of TV, many writers came home at night with a hacking cough and blackened hands. On the upside, their forearms were massive. |
![]() By the 1980’s, it was not uncommon for hit television shows to simply disappear “without a trace,” which coincidentally, is now the title of a hit television show. |
![]() Today there are so many aspiring scribes in Hollywood that producers enjoy the luxury of hiring writers to produce only one joke each. |
Hopefully the strike will soon end, and one day you will no longer have to be witness to images like these, because I’ll be too busy to make them.
A model feast
Sometimes even Senators get sad inside
It is fashionable right now to publish stories about the looming recession. It is also fashionable to describe the recession as looming. Is it that dark blob there, outside the window, up in the sky? Sorry, false alarm—it’s just a tornado.
Of course, you probably already know what to do when recession strikes: preserve your remaining cash inside vacuum-sealed pouches, hoard chickens, collect the names of the elderly and meaty, and lock your sister-in-law in an airtight bunker, just because you can.
But in case you missed all this, Newsweek’s “A Recession Handbook” shares some advice sure to put your government-handout-spending mind at ease:
And don’t feel guilty about disappointing our nation’s leaders if you use the stimulus package to put your financial house in order.
Whew. Still, spending your free money on overdue bills isn’t something to brag about. Have you ever seen a disappointed Congressperson? The way the corners of their mouth curl down just a little more than usual? Their eyes well up like fresh bee stings. They sink into a paralyzing depression and lose their normally vibrant interest in pork-barrel spending, hardly even able to muster a simple “quid pro quo” for a lobbyist’s huge campaign donation. Just the sight of it is enough to crush the spirit of a child.
Let’s not forget the story of Margaret Roberts of Mankato, Minnesota. Naive Mrs. Roberts put some of her 1985 tax savings into a long-term CD, depriving the nation’s economy of her fertile cash. That selfish woman still suffers flashbacks and nightsweats from the memory of President Reagan’s quivering voice on the phone. She couldn’t see if he was actually crying on that terrible day, but she knew that he was. You can just tell. The phone shakes around a little bit. Plus, the sniffling.

















During the “Golden Age” of TV, many writers came home at night with a hacking cough and blackened hands. On the upside, their forearms were massive.

Order my new book and you will experience a sensation that starts out warm and ends with a strange rash. This feeling is called shame.