The Book of the Manolo
Manolo says, for the past few weeks, since the start of the new year, the Manolo the Shoeblogger has been feverishly writing away at his autobiography.
Now, after this burst of activity, the Manolo is most happy to announce that he has reached the 120 page mark, and that his agent tells him that he is ready to take this brief sample of the Manolo’s magnus opus to the publishers, so that they may judge its literary worth in the markeplace.
Yes, 120 pages sounds like the large portion, but at the rate the Manolo is going, he expects this work to be in excess of 400 pages.
Thus far, at 120 pages, he has only told the story of his early childhood through the point at which he survives the winter as the homeless street urchin, who lives in the Parque del Buen Retiro, shining the shoes on the Paseo de Recelotes for the spare change. (Those who have seen portions of the work suggest that it somewhat Dickensian.)
So, please, keep your fingers crossed for the Manolo as his book-to-be enters this next stage of its existence.
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Cat 18 years ago
Fingers and toes are crossed for you, Manolo! I cannot wait to read your book!
danilo 18 years ago
I can see I’ll be inconsolable through the three chapters on Loewe, when our little hero presses his nose to the window in wonder at THE BOOTS… the boots…
And I will be hateful of the oaf of a doorman who bars him from El Corte Ingles – especie de mierda!
kim 18 years ago
Whoa. I can’t wait. Sending big advance vibes from over here!
The Bargain Queen 18 years ago
Good luck Manolo!
aimlessjoys 18 years ago
Anticipating the autobiography of pathos & joy most heartily! I have Great Expectations about it!
e 18 years ago
I can’t wait to read what you’ve written. I’d been following your blog for a year and somehow never caught on that you had a book deal. Congratulations! I wish you all the success and good fortune the world has to offer!
Lovingprada 18 years ago
AaaWwWW i can’t wait to read it..
class-factotum 18 years ago
El Corte Ingles! When I was a little girl, my father used to take us downtown to ride the escalators at El Corte Ingles! (He was stationed at the air force base outside of Madrid.) Then we would stop at a sidewalk cafe for a Coke (a real one — made with cane sugar), bread and pickled sardines. Or perhaps churros con chocolate. How sad it makes me to think that The Manolo was denied these simple pleasures of childhood.
veekay 18 years ago
Good luck !!! And congratulations!
lizwhiz 18 years ago
I so very much hope your book is published, because I would rush out the second it was released to get it. Oooh and would you do book signings? Cause that would fulfill a dream of mine.
danilo 18 years ago
Lovely memory, class-factotum.
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