Monday, October 15, 2007
I was in the bookstore browsing books on Jamaica and Bolivia (in perhaps-vain hopes of leaving town for an upcoming holiday) when I came across a book I had written two pieces for.
It's a National Geographic hardcover called Journeys of a Lifetime: 500 of the World's Greatest Trips. By the time the editors were desperate enough to put out the casting call that found me, most of my specialties had long since been written by others.
Nevertheless, I contributed a few pieces and they even paid me promptly. They put my name in teensy type at the back along with a few hundred other names. It irks me to have to buy a copy. I'm guessing they don't go around handing out $40 hardcovers to the writers. The postage alone would be mind-boggling.
Less irksome is that the page the book falls open to is a piece that my pal Amanda wrote. (Damn you, Castleman. You and your falafel got a good spot.)
I also worked on another book that just came out, or maybe I didn't. I just shot off an e-mail to Kelly to find out. "Um, Kel, I know I am going to look stupid, but is that the book I contributed three pieces to, one about robot camel racing in Kuwait, one about camping with hippos in Uganda, and one about eating Ethiopian food?"
I wonder if I'll have to buy that book too.