The Best "Rejection" I Ever Had by Andrew Gross
Andrew Gross The Blue Zone by Andrew Gross

 

 

 

Let’s set the scene: You’ve left a pretty good job (world-wide president of HEAD Sports) to follow the questionable urge to write the great conspiracy novel of 1997 (about the religious-right’s takeover of the U.S. - I know now, more the subject of non-fiction). You’ve just received your twenty-second rejection slip, exhorting your agent to root out other publishers, (to which he replies: “Andy, there are no other publishers…”), and your wife’s cheerful optimism of the past two years is drying up like a rain shower in Mojave in July. You’re sort of sitting around, contemplating which cliff to drive your Audi off, (bemoaning the fact you live at sea level), when out of nowhere the phone rings, and it’s your agent, asking, “Can you talk to James Patterson. He’d like to have a word with you.”

 

“I think I can fit him in,” you say, counting to five before fully committing as not to appear too desperate. (Okay, three.)

 

The call that changed my writing life.

 

Completely unbeknownst, the top editor (now president) at one of houses who rejected me, didn’t chuck my book in the circular can. Instead, she passed it along to her top-selling author, Patterson, sagely noting, “This guy does women well!” (Something my wife’s been insisting ever since is a gross overstatement.)

 

Six books later, all #1 bestsellers, I’d written about women crime fighters in San Francisco; an inspired innkeeper in France in the fourteenth century who becomes a court jester to search for his abducted wife; a likeable loser in Palm Beach thrust in the center of a multiple homicide; and a single mother whose son is murdered in retaliation by a vicious mobster—and who sets out to find her revenge. I grew accustomed to seeing my books read as the morning paper on airplanes, my name atop the bestseller lists, even receiving a check or two from projects sold to film. As a writer, I was about as lucky as one of my own characters, leaping the span of a rising drawbridge on a motorcycle, knocking off the bad guy, finding the girl. 

 

Except somewhere the urge toward illogic managed to snip at me again. Time to do my own thing, the little voice told me.  Which brings us to The Blue Zone, at last.

 

People always ask, “Where do you get your ideas? How do books start—in the brain?” Well, this one started with a simple dinner party, sitting across from this obnoxious, boastful guy (his and her Ferraris, a dazzling stone on his wife’s ubiquitous hand, oodles and oodles of lavish travel.) And as we left, with a slightly jealous roll of the eyes, it was not too many days later that we opened the New York Times to discover, not without some amusement) that this very person had been arrested for money laundering by the FBI.

 

But then the thought started to percolate, this could be anyone. Anyone we know in our suburban ease. Respected. Seemingly careless. Kids in the right schools. Their biggest concern basically, where to travel on their next trip. And then suddenly how life changes in a nanosecond. Not for the perpetrator, who’s known who he is all along). But for the people left behind. The family. The kids. Whose tranquil life slams to a crashing halt.  Who are forced to deal with the shock and the shame.

 

In this case, the betrayal.

 

The Blue Zone is basically a story of betrayal - the most personal kind of betrayal. Between a father and a daughter’s trust.

 

It’s the story of Kate Raab, a recent graduate of Brown University, who seems to have everything—great family, terrific job out of school, a likeable boyfriend. Until the arc of her carefree life ends in a day with her successful father’s arrest. And he is forced, in days, (along with the rest of her family) into the Federal Witness Protection Program. Kate decides to remain behind, where gradually unsavory things begin to happen to her, which cast doubt on who her father really is, and she has to hunt for him inside the secrecy of the Program, and not only find out the truth of who her father really is, but her entire family history as well.

 

Now while I think you’ll recognize many of the traits I learned with Jim—the unrelenting pace, the stunning twists and surprises, the strong identification with the plight of a likeable lead character, not figuring out what’s going to happen until the final page—my goal was never to simply copy him. Or his style. In fact, I think you’ll find a lot more texture, more character, and hopefully, an emotional pay-off at the end. This is the type of book I hope to continue writing. Page turners but thrillers with a heart.

 

So I hope this “bright idea” works as well as my previous “bright idea,” though sometimes not in the way I, at first, intended. It’s a little weird not working with Jim. No partner to discuss the many twists of the novel with. No lavish book events with throngs of people queued up in the street. No waking up a few days after publication and seeing your book and the top of the bestseller lists.

 

No airport traffic reading it like The Daily Sun.

 

Still, I think you’ll find the The Blue Zone a great read. And basically it all developed from the best “rejection” I ever had.

 

© 2007 Andrew Gross


 

 


 

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