Respect Runs Both Ways

Barbara Bova was a literary agent who began her own agency in 1974.  She passed away a couple years ago, but her agency remains open, run by a husband, a son, and a couple other never-will-bes. 

They really don't want to represent anyone any more.  At least, that's my best guess.

If you go to their webpage, it looks like it was designed by a kindergartner.  I'm guessing that the kindergartner had to go in and plug in the computer for them, turn it on, and show them how to use the email feature. 

If you want to submit a query to them, this is how to do it:


To submit to The Barbara Bova Literary Agency:
Via e-mail:
Query through the website using only this link.  

The link did NOT carry over to here when I pasted it.  That's fine because I'm not sure it goes anywhere.  See, I did click it and when my email program brought up a blank email to send, I noticed the address to which it was headed (or not).  

Slushpile@yahoo.com

Isn't that just so nice!  I'm not sure if they every check their "slushpile."  Perhaps it's a throw away address so that they don't have to even check it.  Just let the email queries accumulate there, and as per the prevailing industry standard of not responding to emails they're not interested in, no one will ever know.  I bet they sit in their little office and chuckle about the people who click on the link, send off the carefully crafted query, and hope and pray that someone at the Boobera Bava Agency will be nice enough to respond.

If they DO get email there (like I said, I don't know), they you'd think they'd have a little more respect for their potential clients than to name the inbox SLUSHPILE.  That's just downright degrading.  

But since they show so much respect to writers, I'm guessing they don't need the business.  I don't know.... maybe Barbara left a nice life insurance policy behind so they don't have to work anymore.  

Bottom line is this:  Like I said in a previous post, I'm the one doing the hiring, not them.  Pulling shit like this means you're NEVER going to have the chance to represent me.  Not if you were the last cocksucking literary agent on the face of the planet.

Assholes.