The author song

‘Tis the season of mass commercial extravaganza. All through the town, citizens dash about on a final present-buying frenzy, wondering what in the world to get uncle Albert. But hark, a cry drifts over the crowd. Those with ears to hear shake them to be rid of the infernal buzzing. No, they still hear the plaintive sound. It seems to be coming from that garret over there… A song, if it may be called such… Why, it’s an author’s tune:

The Author Song

Reader, reader, burning bright
In the bookshops of the night
What mere author’s hand or eye
Could ever make you stop and buy?

In what distant shelves or stands
Between the wandering Twilight fans
In what bracket, corner, nook
Dare I hope to find my book?

What the discount? What the gage?
Just tell me where to sign the page!
Even if in your dread grasp
An evil e-reader you clasp…

Don’t wait for stars to have conniptions.
Come and buy our wondrous fictions.
Hear a starving author’s plea:
Won’t you buy this book from me?

Reader, reader, burning bright
In the bookshops of the night
What mere author’s hand or eye
Could ever make you stop and buy?

(Save an author! Buy a book this Christmas. Give it to uncle Albert!)

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8 Responses to The author song

  1. Frankfurter says:

    Great song!

    I read it to the air of “Master of Puppet”, by Metallica!

  2. Bahiyyih says:

    Are you hoping to promote your own sales or advertising Blake?

    • MaryV says:

      The idea is to promote book-buying in general… one hopes…

      • Bahiyyih says:

        …she said, glumly, having hoped for a more literate response. You’re so right to promote book-buying of course, in this season of gadgets, without which it would be impossible to respond to your blog…

  3. I LIKE it! I may just put through a link from my own page. It expresses how I feel about my own books, and people buying – or not.

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