I just came across these rejection letters I got when my book agent, Byrd Leavell and I originally shopped the manuscript for I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell (the tentative title at the time was “Belligerence and Debauchery”). Enjoy:
Just something to think about:
I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell has about 2 million copies in print. It has been on the NY Times Best Seller list every year since it came out, 2006-2012, and it has been credited with defining a new genre of literature, fratire. Yet these editors–and many others, these were just the funniest rejection letters I could find–were very confident that my writing sucked. Funny.
