Lynne W. Scanlon

I’m sending a lump of coal to my financial adviser. Are you sending one to yours?

I’d like to know how stocks purchased over a year ago, like Citibank (C) or Radian Group Inc (RDN) or Irwin Financial Corp (IFC), could have been allowed to plunge to under $10 a share (now $7.22, $2.38 and $1.59, respectively) and still be in my portfolio when I had a smart, seasoned financial adviser watching — someone to whom I paid a percentage of my account not only to be there for the good times, but to protect and insulate me from the bad times. Have you asked yourself and your stockbroker that question, too?

NO, I said. I do not wish to continue to reinvest. I want out.

But this was months ago, and by the time I unceremoniously yanked my account and relocated it to Ameritrade, it was really too late.  Yet, even as the bottom continued to fall out of the market, “hang on, this too shall pass” emails kept arriving from my now former financial adviser.  Three months later, I’m am waking up in the middle of the night screaming in terror.

For several years I’d been gingerly investing in the stock market. I didn’t really understand it, but I had some money in one of the Oakmark mutual funds and was doing pretty well. Then I read The Brainwashing of the American Investor—The Book that Wall Street Does Not Want You to Read! by Steven R. Selengut. This is a print-on-demand, self-published book a mutual friend of mine and the author asked me to take a look at about five years ago.  There was information contained in the book that was forthright and made sense to me. Of course, the goal of any book of this genre is to tell people how to invest, then hope those people with real money will realize they don’t have the time to handle their own accounts, and will end up investing with the author.

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We all know I’m stalking Alec Baldwin, but what we don’t all know (or didn’t know) is that I’ve been stalking novelist Peter Matthiessen, too, in The Hamptons.  My eyes lit up when I first saw him about six years ago at the Elaine Benson Gallery in Bridgehampton, NY at one of those pay-$25-and-meet-the-author get togethers.  It was a really crowded event with the authors sitting behind long tables with tidy stacks of books and the public lined up three deep to get autographed copies of books written by the best selling authors.

When someone pointed out Peter Matthiessen among the authors, I was beside myself, desperate to tell him how much I liked his trilogy, how I couldn’t put down Killing Mr. Watson (1990) and how I had been breathless to get hold of Lost Man’s River (1997) and Bone by Bone (1999) to find out what had happened to Watson’s children. But I couldn’t get close to Matthiessen because he was completely swamped by people jockeying for position in front of his table. A lot of chitchat was going on, but no one was mentioning his fabulous trilogy. I began to elbow people out of the way until I was standing directly in front of him. When I got my opportunity I smiled and said, “I see a freshly painted, stark white house in the middle of the Florida Everglades.” Matthiessen stood up (he’s very tall), smiled charmingly and said, “Killing Mr. Watson.”

His original manuscript of 1500 pages was divided into the three volumes that have now been recombined and condensed into Shadow Country.  Is Shadow Country a better read than the original separate volumes? You’ll have to be the judge because I’m happy with the three separate volumes.

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Finding the Perfect Executive Christmas Gift

Sure, you could pick up the phone and order an executive gift basket of Ruby Red Grapefruit to be delivered in time for the holidays. Or you could order the  perfect corporate gift online and send unique executive gifts that will be as important to your colleagues, investors, preferred clients and prospective clients as their ticket and passports — The Cure for Jet Lag by Lynne W. Scanlon & world renowned authority on PREVENTING JET LAG, Charles F. Ehret, Ph.D.

No one who unwraps your corporate holiday gifts will toss them aside. Everyone who receives The Cure for Jet Lag will be amazed by your clever choice. You can’t beat The Cure for Jet Lag when it comes to unique executive gifts. And best of all, it’s not twenty grapefruits in an executive gift basket!

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They poured down RT 27 East in cars, tumbled off the Hampton Jitney and Hampton Luxury Liner buses and disgorged from MTA Long Island Rail Road double-decker trains that ripped past crawling commuter traffic exiting New York City on the Long Island Expressway. Directors, actors, screenwriters, film critics, film lovers, all gaining momentum and numbers as the weekend approached. By Saturday they were everywhere, overrunning the luxury-store-studded sidewalks, cramming into the local Starbuck’s, and queuing up for the lip smackin’ good, international smorgasbord of films.

Luckily, I was able to be in East Hampton for opening night, Wednesday, October 15th, when the Hamptons International Film Festival actually began. My ticket in hand and press pass dangling from around my neck, I stood gamely in the suddenly bone chilling cold in the ticket holders’ line at 7 PM waiting to see the festival’s opening “Spotlight” film and grousing with other ticket holders about the low-slung, nearly-impossible-to-get-out-of Porsche sporting a handicapped sign and parked right in front of the movie theater.

Gentlemen, Start Your Movies!

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How important is the book jacket for your book? Critical, I’d say. If you are an unknown writer, your book must practically leap off the page and jump into the Amazon shopping cart all on its own. Of course, if you are a writer with a following and have cajoled all your colleagues into writing glowing testimonials about your book for the cost of a glass of Chardonnay, the jacket-as-sales-tool isn’t quite so critical since readers take endorsements seriously — at least until they’ve read the book.

Book Jackets That Look Pretty and Do Nothing.

I particularly enjoy clicking over to lulu.com, one of the printers for self-publishers and independent publishers, to check out the top 100 books listed (most of which are nonfiction, by the way). Here is an example of a perfectly beautiful book jacket for Understanding Business Statistics by Ned Freed that is lovely to look at, but next to worthless as a sales tool. The Wicked Witch of Publishing has suffered mightily through advanced probability and statistics (and received an A, thank you) and for all the world cannot detect any correlation between this beautiful cover and the book’s 604 pages of content.

Book Jackets that Demand — at the Very Least — a Peek or Sneak Peek!

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Contact: Lynne W. Scanlon
Cell Phone: 917-685-9128
Land Line: 631-907-9001
Email: Publisher@back2press.com
Website: www.back2press.com

BACK2PRESS BOOKS LAUNCHED

FOR

“THE 100,000+ CLUB”

—Authors with Books that Sold 100,000 Copies Can Apply—

—No Bookstore Sales Planned—

Why are authors whose books sold over 100,000 copies often not happy? Because many have asked themselves: “If my book could sell 100,000 copies, why not a million?”

According to Lynne W. Scanlon, founder and publisher of the new imprint, Back2Press Books, the answer is that it could have … and it should have … and it still can.

“The problem is that publishing companies are content, even ecstatic, if a book sells more than 10,000 copies, let alone 100,000. Rarely do they continue to promote a proven bestseller at the expense of the newer books currently in the pipeline. After months or even years of helping to fill the publisher’s coffers, the 100,000+ bestseller eventually dies an unnatural death from negligent homicide,” says Scanlon.

Back2Press Books is inviting authors or their heirs to submit books to be considered for repackaging and republishing. The provisos:

1. The book must have sold over 100,000 copies.
2. The rights must be held by the author or be able to be reversed.

(Back2Press Books can help secure the reversal of rights, if necessary.)

Back2Press Books was launched in 2007 by the author of Overcoming Jet Lag, a nonfiction book previously published by Berkley Books that sold over 200,000 copies and received thousands of testimonials from international travelers, including executives in The White House.

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Oh, no. Not again. Another aging author uses writing a book as an excuse to enter the world of the sex-trade and pornography. Gay Talese did at age 49 in 1981 when he wrote the nonfiction book Honor Thy Neighbor’s Wife, and proceeded to spend nine, count ‘em, years researching massage parlors, strip clubs, and sex shows, sometimes with his clothes on. I remember reading the book and wondering what his wife was thinking at the time.

John Irving did it at age 56 in 1998 when he had to research Amsterdam’s Red Light District, with its tattoo parlors, window parlors, brothels and sex shops, all of course in support of the main character in Widow for a Year, Ruth Cole, who is doing research on prostitutes in Amsterdam’s Red Light District. She finds herself hiding in a closet and witnessing the murder of a prostitute by the prostitute’s client.

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Harold Pinter’s The Homecoming is the kind of play for which you would do well to prepare yourself. This is no fluff ball diversion for the brain-dead like David Mamet’s November, nor a multi-generational tragicomedy with a pill-popping Mama stumbling down the staircase like playwright Tracy Letts’ August: Osage Country. You shouldn’t just ride in from out of town on the Long Island Railroad or Metro North thinking you are going have an evening of light entertainment on Broadway that will make for charming, intelligent, cocktail party-speak in the “burbs.” No, not with this play. Know what you are getting yourself into: The Homecoming is a lethal, haunting drama about familial one-upmanship, seduction, lust and betrayal.

“Let me outta here!”

That’s what Rose, played by long-legged Eve Best, should be screaming at the top of her lungs in this revival of Pinter’s 1965 play at The Cort Theater. Rose is the wife of one of three grown brothers played by James Frain, Raul Esparza, and Gareth Saxe. As the play begins, she’s just being introduced for the first time, after eight years of marriage, to her in-laws—a creepy bunch that would make the hairs on the back of the neck of any woman stand up. The father, played by Ian McShane, should have put at least two of his miserable whelps in a burlap bag, dropped them into the nearest river, and then, if there were any justice in this life at all, fallen in after them.

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I have seen the future and it is the end of “Used & New” purchases on amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com.

I feel it. I sense it. I know it.

All it took was for me to activate my new Kindle and download Jeannette Wall’s The Glass Castle for $7.99 and have it delivered digitally in 60 seconds, count ‘em, from Amazon for me to hear the death knell for all those subterranean, bottom feeder, entrepreneurial booksellers online who have been making money by reselling advanced reader copies, tag sale finds, and entire inventories passed to them out the back door of warehouses. And I say this as a book purchaser who always prefers to pluck books from the “Used & New” option online.

So if you visualize me now, après Christmas and my Capricorn birthday, see me in your mind’s eye as sitting in front of the computer, cute new wool socks on (thank you!); wearing a new red beret and red leather gloves (thank you!); resting a coffee cup on a stack of “wish list” new books that includes Thomas McGuane’s Gallatin Canyon, Marisha Pessl’s Special Topics in Calamity Physics, William Trevor’s Cheating at Canasta (thank you, thank you, thank you), about to switch on my birthday Kindle and place another order (THANK YOU!).

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