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Review: Blind Submission, by Debra Ginsberg


Angel Robinson is a bookstore employee when she decides to take a job working as the assistant to famed literary agent Lucy Fiamma in San Francisco. Lucy is your typical "boss from hell," and the character seemed a little too over the top at times. But Ginsberg depicts the inner workings of a literary agency to perfection, highlighting the ins and outs of this fast-paced part of publishing.

Angel latches on to a new, never-before-heard-of author, Damiano Vero, and Italian wo writes about recovering from addiction. Pretty soon, she begins receiving, by e-mail, a novel called Blind Submission, by "GA Novelist." The events that take place in the book are eerily similar to the things that occur in Angel's life. The author can only be someone who knows her intimately, so who is it? Damiano? Angel's ex boyfriend Malcom, a struggling, unpublished author? Or is it Anna, Angel's disgruntled co-worker? The answer is pretty obvious to the reader about halfway throug te book (or maybe I've read too many mysteries and just instinctively know "whodunit" right off the bat), which is why I was puzzled as to why Angel didn't figure it out until the very end. But other than that, this novel was a nice twist on the typical assistant lit format that we've been seeing a lot lately.

As far as the cover to this book goes, I originally read an ARC of this book. The published paperback cover is much better!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I read this book, too, and agree that the "mystery author" was not much of a mystery. It was an enteratining book, nonetheless. I reviewed it, too.
Anonymous said…
I read this one too back in March http://thewrittenword.wordpress.com/2008/03/07/blind-submission/ and enjoyed it quite a bit.
Serena said…
This was a good book.

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