Tuesday, March 21, 2006

At least my PR stunts aren't quite this lame (so far)

I wanted to post this on Sunday, but Blogger was being stupid again. Then I meant to put it up yesterday, but forgot. It's too funny to throw out, so let's just dial our time machines back two days, shall we?

I just came across the following at This Day in History:

French writer Honore de Balzac's play Les Ressources de Quinola opens to an empty house thanks to a failed publicity stunt on this day in 1842. Hoping to create a buzz for the play, the writer circulated a rumor that tickets were sold out. Unfortunately, most of his fans stayed home.

By this time, Balzac was already a well-known literary figure. Born in Tours, France, Balzac was educated in Paris, where he started writing plays at the age of 20 while working as a lawyer's apprentice. His plays bombed, and he took to writing thrillers under an assumed name. Needing money, he launched disastrous ventures in printing and silver mining and went bankrupt. While struggling under his debts, he resumed writing, and by 1929 he was publishing under his own name, convinced he was a genius. By 1830, he had become a celebrated writer who frequented literary salons. Balzac drove himself ruthlessly, working 14 to 16 hours at a stretch, aided by some 50 cups of coffee a day. He completed 90 novels, all part of a single series, "La Comedie Humaine," and died in Paris in 1850.

So what did he die of? Exhaustion? Caffeine overdose? Embarassment over that disastrous PR stunt?

I promised I'd give a shout-out to Fab Four Book Picks for posting a nice review of A Family Forever. Thanks, friends.

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