A tethering of incidents and ideas, much like the juxtapositions of newspapers, we inhabit a narrative structure. I rented a villa in the interior of Sicily from a Mafia lawyer one blazing summer near where Bernardo Provencano, Cappo di tutti was hiding, and had been hiding for 42 years shortly before his arrest as Berlusconi was ousted, and I was simultaneously interested in the machinations of the secret services and Syria, so I have a hit man working for the Cosa Nostra becoming implicated in a UK government plot selling plutonium to Syria.
Voila."Walla"? Are you from Portland? Never mind, I don't really care. So, what's the teaser pitch? What makes me really give a crap about this book?
It will seduce and beguile you. And leave you wanting more.
Yeah? Maybe we should really go for Miley with all this seduction stuff. Never mind, we'll never afford her. Who have you got playing the lead here and how does he change during the book?
Jack, ex-Commando, expert in reconnaissance. You will love him because he is preying on those more corrupt than him, a sort of modern knight on a charger coming to your rescue. In the book, he is trying to save both America and Britain.
He changes social situations through a higher level of moral assassination. He may well be a philosopher.
A philosopher? Yeah, that's what he looks like on the cover. On the other hand, there's no law against a philosopher having a bitching bod, is there? Don't answer, I'm just thinking aloud. Why this title?
Can you think of a better one?Well, sure. Um, there's... Or we could say... Wait a second, that's not in my wheelhouse. Let's move along. What’s the logline--the one-liner that will pack 'em in the seats?
Confessions Of A Hit Man is the irresistible love child of The Day Of The Jackal and The Godfather.
Not bad. OK, last and most important question. Why should an important, rich, and incredibly handsome Movie Mogul like me buy this book?
Because it will give you directions to the exit. Any exit you need right now, trust me.Damn! I love you! You've got guts and brains and the best thing is, I don't understand most of what you're talking about. The exit is right down the hall but, before you go, Doris, make out a blank check for...what's your name?
Right, I knew that. Make it to Ralph Goodwin or whoever and we'll just let him fill it out.
Confessions of a Hit Man