Here’s a breathless piece on the ‘sluggish sales’ of Hillary’s much-hyped book. The suits at Simon & Schuster seem genuinely shocked that all the Clinton fangirls in the republic didn’t rush out to buy it in hardcover. Genuinely shocked, as in they printed a million of the damn things and now they’re stuck with them.
WTF? The candidates always write books. Or – okay, they put their names on the covers of books, having hired somebody else to write them. The publisher, who signs the contract more as a campaign contribution than out of any belief in some pent-up proletarian passion to hear what Candidate X’s closely-censored ghost writer has to say, prints a few for book stores – when there were such – to stick in their window and several cases for the convention, and otherwise just writes the whole thing off. After all, how many books can a remainder bin hold? Nobody’s going to actually buy them. You don’t print a million copies. Yet it sez here that’s what S&S did.