Huffington Post once reported that a British literary agent got sentenced to prison for cheating gullible, fame-seeking clients out of their money. His clients thought major movie deals were in the works with big Hollywood names — and who doesn’t want to be famous as well as rich?
I’ve never been cheated by an agent, but remember in Moonstruck how Vincent Gardenia warns Cher not to go through with a second marriage? He tells her, “Your mother and I were married fifty-two years and nobody died. You were married, what, two years, and somebody’s dead. Don’t get married again, Loretta. It don’t work out for you.”
Well, that’s been my story with literary agents. All of them. It ddidn’t work out for me.
One agent was funny and charming and we had great chats, but my career only moved a bit forward over several years because an editor I admired approached me to switch publishers. That means I was bring the deal to my agent, not the reverse. It was a good deal because I was offered me more money than I was already getting for my mysteries.
Another agent made me feel like I was caught up in a bad romance: she never responded to my queries or told me who was seeing my book. It turned out that I got short shrift because she was busy sleeping with her most famous client. A third agent screwed up a book deal in major ways and a fourth offered me great advice for revising a book, but despite my doubts, took it to New York in the middle of a stock market meltdown when panicky editors weren’t buying anything. And she went between Thanksgiving and Christmas when everything slows down in publishing anyway.
A fifth agent kept sending a mystery of mine to editors who didn’t like the genre, and then she left the business. After we signed, another agent relocated to Japan and I wasn’t convinced that a Skype relationship would work out despite her saying she would come to the U.S. once a year. Then there was the agent who turned weird on me and another client who was a friend, spreading rumors about the other writer for reasons that are mysterious at best. That agent was fired by her agency.
I started my career at a time when the conventional wisdom was that you couldn’t even have a career without an agent. And without an agent, you weren’t really a serious writer. But experience has proven something different and the publishing world has completely changed since then. Most of my books have been un-agented and they’ve done as well as or better than the ones agents represented. One of them has even sold about 300,000 copies and been translated into languages from Spanish to Thai.
When I told a novelist friend in New York about my bizarre agent history she assured me that my saga was pretty typical: “It’s just that most of us don’t want to talk about it because we’re too ashamed.”
Lev Raphael has taught creative writing at Michigan State University, whose Special Archives at their library bought his literary papers. He currently edits, coaches, and mentors writers at https://www.writewithoutborders.com and you can contact him for a free consultation about your work here: raphael1836@gmail.com.
I could subtitle this: Why you shouldn't feel bad about being rejected by agents! I have a little story of my own on that topic. An agent was interested in my MS, asked for 6 months exclusive, and then came back with a "no". The reason: she knew that the wife "had done it" from the beginning. Actually... the wife did not do it! I did not set her straight...