12 August, 2007
The Literary Slushpile Literally Beckons
I’m clearly a proper writer now.
Having so far totted up two whole rejection letters in as many months (with another six no doubt on the way after tomorrow’s trip to the post office) I am now receiving what appears to be personally targeted spam. Twice in fact.
Aside from the tiny oversight that I don’t actually live in the US (though I did once enjoy a very pleasant breakfast there), my Wotalotov Detector started sounding when I looked up the sender’s domain and found only a parking page. In Spanish. I then looked up the link that was subtly suggested throughout the email (actually it was about as subtle as a BNP Party Political Broadcast) and was naturally astounded to discover there was no contact address, phone number or even email offered. Anywhere. Just a lot of very encouraging suggestions to part with $125 for their excellent service.
A quick Google revealed this from an apparently similarly minded cynic. But scroll down and you receive a post singing its praises. More carefully placed false advertising? Much of what I find on Google is pretty much dismissive as a standard.
It’s not that I’m remotely considering parting with $125 (like I can even afford to). I’m just a bit uncertain what to think of the email. I’m only used to hearing from very reputable Nigerian business men who want me to help them transfer funds. If this is indeed a legal, albeit slightly insincere self-publishing veneer, then why use so many different and reputable domains to forward the email?
Junk mail gets more intelligent all the time. I miss the good old days when all I got was credit card offers at (insert ludicrous %) APR.






Oh, you’ve been hearing from my Nigerian friends? I haven’t heard back from them since I transferred them the $5000. Could you say hi to them for me?
Comment by bohémienne — 16 August, 2007, 1:58 am