Imagine, if you will...
Marcel Proust is living in 21st century London. He has a stressful job as a copywriter. In his lunch hour he writes his weblog, Little Frenchman, exploring the themes of time, space and memory. One evening he forgets to turn his computer off. His boss look at the PC's internet site history. The next morning Marcel is sacked for writing on his blog that his boss was "a waste of time and space".
But Marcel has the last laugh. He gets an agent who advises him to turn his blog into a book. He does and it becomes a bestseller. Little Frenchman, the book, is a phenomenon.
Its success makes the news.
"Dooced Proust Rules The Roost!" screams the headline.
Visualising Type Thief
6 hours ago
I'm wondering if this story is a little far fetched Geoff...
ReplyDeleteIt would never happen over here.
ReplyDeleteFar fetched?
ReplyDeleteI thought this was about you Geoff.
I was going to congratulate you on your good fortune.
No such luck. The agent told me I ought to be aiming for a "niche" market. But I don't understand philosophy.
ReplyDeleteTwo posts about Proust. If you're not careful you're going to turn into him.
ReplyDeleteMoi?
ReplyDeleteGood for Marcel. For some reason I see him buying a vintage 1908 Darracq and being interviewed by Jeremy Clarkson.
ReplyDeleteOf course Clarkson's an author too.
ReplyDeleteSo when are you starting the faux Proust blog Geoff?
ReplyDeleteI do a better impersonation of Marcel Marceau.
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