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Looking
for the Perfect Agent
I recently parted ways with my agent. It was very amicable. She
was, and is, a wonderful person, a great agent and a good friend.
I'd have no qualms recommending her. She's dedicated, smart and
very good at what she does. But for all sorts of reasons it didn't
work out. So now I'm looking for a new agent.
Gulp. Much much easier said than done.
First of all there's the researching, asking people in publishing—writers,
editors, publishers, publicists etc. etc—about all the agents
they know. Who does what? Who's looking for new clients? Who handles
Young Adult? Adult fiction? Both? Genre? Non-fiction? Who has a
client list that I'd fit in with? Then there's approaching them
and seeing if they're interested. Then meeting them. Then deciding
who to go with.
Fortunately I'm not doing this alone. Scott
is also in the hunt for a new agent. He's gone agentless for several
years and has decided that it's time to have someone else take care
of the parts of being a writer he's least fond of (negotiating deals,
checking contracts etc. etc.) and that it's worth giving 15% away
to have them do it. Even though we mightn't go with the same agent,
we decided to look together so that we could compare gut reactions,
and point out cool career achievements the other one forgot to mention.
"Scott just won an Aurealis."
"Justine just got nominated to the BBYA
list." (Always easier to have someone else toot your horn for
you.)
While deciding which agents to approach we put together a list of
what we wanted from an agent. Here's mine (Scott's was a lot less
mushy):
Someone who
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based in New York City and on a first-name basis with
most of the editors and publishers here. NYC is, after
all, still the centre of publishing in this country. And
also so I can see them face-to-face during the northern
summer when I’m here. (I also plan to get myself
a Sydney agent to handle my Australian career.);
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Not
that huge a list really, and yet . . . It's such a strange
relationship, that of agent and writer. Some end up being psychologist,
social worker, mother, father, editor and banker to their clients
as well as everything I listed. I don't want any of that. I got
plenty of people in those roles already! But I do want someone I
feel is looking out for me and will fight to protect my 85% as much
as their 15%.
So ever since we got back to NYC we've been meeting with agents.
All of whom have been lovely. Seriously, we haven't met a one we
haven't liked. Still I'm not sure that liking your agent is the
most important aspect of this particular relationship. My previous
agent was the first agent to ask me. At the time I was unpublished
and had been knocked back by the two agents I'd approached (one
in Sydney, one in NYC) and could not believe my luck. It's much
much much harder getting an agent when you're unpublished. It turned
out that I liked her a tonne, but even so that wasn't enough for
our agent/writer relationship to be what we both wanted it to be.
The meetings, mostly lunches, have been very very weird. It's like
a first date except that . . . actually, no except, it's exactly
like a first date, right down to them bringing you a present (not
flowers—much better than that—books! which is how I
got to read Holly Black's
brilliant and amazing Valiant so early). It's awkward and
tense and exhausting. Just like a first date you're wondering whether
they like you, whether you like them, whether you'll be good together,
whether this has a future. You're analysing everything they say
and don't say. Why did they pick this particular restaurant? Why
this part of town? Why did they dress that way? Should you have
dressed this way?
Still, it's early days, we have the whole summer to decide and already
we've both met an agent we'd definitely feel more than comfortable
with. We both have high hopes it'll work out okay.
In the meantime, if anyone out there who is an agent, or has an
agent, has any thoughts on this peculiar, yet incredibly important
relationship in a writer's life I'd love to hear from you.
Wish us luck in our search!
New York City, 12 May 2005
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©
2005 Justine Larbalestier
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