Discovering a Brand New Literary Masterpiece - Andrew Crofts

Imagine for a moment that you have just written a literary masterpiece, but it does not fall easily into any particular genre. It can’t be filed under “crime” or “romance” or “erotica” or “thriller”, any more than Catcher in the Rye or Lord of the Flies can.

To make matters worse you have no author “platform” from which to promote it and there are a trillion other books already out there, screaming for attention, the vast majority of them nowhere near to being in the same league.

For the book to be a success you are entirely reliant on people reading it and then telling other people how wonderful it is and that they should definitely read it too. But how do you get to those initial “influencers”? Even if you have an enthusiastic publisher who gets you lots of glowing reviews on Goodreads and in bookish blogs, will that be enough to kick start the process?

Probably what you need is one really great profile piece somewhere where there are lots of readers who actually like full length books that are fabulously written, engrossing and moving; but how do you persuade someone to write that piece if you don't have some weird and wonderful back story, (recovering from “drug hell”, dating a Kardashian etc)?

 

So let me introduce you to Robert Jenkins, a writer from the East London who has literally travelled the world working with “challenging people”. That’s all the back story and “platform” I can offer you, but personally I think it is a pretty good start.

The more important information, however, is that Robert Jenkins has written a masterpiece of a book which should be on the short list for every literary prize going and should be given to every creative writing student working in the English language.

If you don’t believe me just google “The Fell by Robert Jenkins” and read sample pages on his website or on Amazon or wherever you can find them.

If those opening pages don’t make you want to read on then I haven’t really got anything else to fall back on since I don’t have a gun to hold to your temple and I have no idea how to arrange to have a severed horse’s head slipped into your bed, (an allusion which will only work for people who remember The Godfather).

I ask you; what have you got to lose?