So last week, this big story out of Duke University went viral. Basically, a female student made an in-depth PowerPoint presentation ranking the, um, performance of 13 members of various Duke athletic teams. The presentation which was only intended for a small group, got on the internet and the rest is history.
As soon as I saw it on Jezebel, I read the whole thing (obviously), then I thought, this girl is going to get a book deal. Sure enough, by the next day several producers and agents had contacted Jezebel to get her contact info. (Note: language on links is NSFW)
I'm not even jealous. She's a good writer and it was obviously a subject matter that held my attention enough to read the entire thing. (Not just for entertainment value. It's a sort of weird sociological snapshot of this very privileged, insular, Southern world. And the casual racism is both disturbing and completely unsurprising) But I can't help but feel, well, depressed at the entire situation.
I thought about this again this morning when I read Garance Dore's blog post of her recent experience in Paris getting an invitation to a masquerade ball at Karl Lagerfeld's house. As I read, smiling at her account of hearing other people talk about this major party she'd been left out of and then cheering with her when Carine herself stopped by to extend a personal invitation, I thought, again, this girl is going to get a book deal. She's charming, she writes well, and she knows how to tell a story.
As far as I know, Dore does not have a deal for any fiction books, but I hope I am eventually proved right, again. If only to provide some much needed balance on the bookshelves.