Yesterday an email from an agent who remarked on my "seriously wonderful credentials" and noted that my memoir - in which I leave a promising career in journalism to move behind the Iron Curtain, where I marry my Polish girlfriend and witness the rise of Solidarity and the imposition of martial law - didn't sound "compelling" to her.

I suppose I need a gripping addiction or fascinating disorder.

 

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