Quinn's Deal is Dunked

I saw this reposted with permission at The Ralph Retort, but here is the original post. In short, Zoe Quinn's original publishing deal is defunct and now she's at a shit-tier outlet and the follow-on movie ain't gonna happen.

May sound great, and grifters gonna grift. But here’s the thing. It was supposed to be a memoir, published by Simon & Schuster, with a film deal. Simon & Schuster is one of the Big 5—a company with half a billion in annual sales or whatever it is, capable of getting you on the Today Show and The View and NPR and so forth. PublicAffairs, while based in NY, has been in limbo for years.

Short version of this is its parent company went bankrupt a decade ago. The firm was able to stay afloat with injections of capital from George Soros and the like, but was unprofitable and on the market for several years with no takers. It and certain other imprints were bought up cheap by the French conglomerate Hachette, however Hachette was mostly after other titles already published by the firm, sort of like buying a grab bag of comics at a convention for a few prizes you could see therein.

Tedious inside-baseball crap, but, tl; dr: PublicAffairs ain’t paying her a six-figure advance, and if she goes on TV, she’s paying for her own hotel and Uber fare. They’re not gonna put marketing muscle behind it. The book will do far worse than Michelle Fields’ epic, whose failures the great Mike Cernovich describes in detail.

Quinn is a fraud and a grifter, and not one as good at it as Sarkesian is, so she doesn't think in business terms. She will not accept that she is now responsible for promoting and selling this book, and that means that she'll half-ass it if she does it at all. She won't earn out any advance, putting her on the hook for the remainder. She relies on others to get anything done, so if the publisher ain't doing shit for her then she won't make it happen. Deal is dunked, and so is that movie; no way will she or Pascal take those risks now that the worm's turned.

Remember that she did that tweet covering her ass on the 29th of June, a Wednesday, when new comics hit the stands and some bookstores also put new materials out. She couldn't be bothered to set herself up at Amazon, or even at Lulu, and do it herself- like Cernovich did. She couldn't be bothered to build herself up, something you'd think she'd leap at, but nada. Not a peep. That, right there, should be all the tell you require to see that this is deader than her credibility.

"Blowy Zoey" indeed. All hot air and no substance.

Gamergate's second anniversary was a good one indeed.