So this spring, Confessions of the Other Mother came out and of course Iâ€™ve been watching its progress as it (bearing my humble essay) inches its way up and down the Amazon.com sales rank list.
Imagine my thrill when I saw it debut at a sales rank in the vicinity of 855,592 (out of 4+ million books). â€œIâ€™m no mathematician,â€ I said to no one in particular, which usually means my dog or my cat, â€œbut thatâ€™s in the top 21.389 percent!â€ Imagine, next, my crestfallenness when I did a little research and discovered that books with such rankings are flying off the shelves at something like the rate of like a coupla per year. Nationally. One has to crack the top 10,000 to start to represent anything beyond friends & relativesâ€™ purchasing power.
Still, I watch.
What Iâ€™ve begun to enjoy is the serendipitous juxtapositions. On the same sales rank page as Confessionsâ€“that is, the 25 books within spitting distance, sales-wise, have been, variously:
Poor Richardâ€™s Almanac
Bird Songs of Minnesota
Success Secrets of a Top Member of the Mary Kay Sales Force
On the classy side, one day we were snuggled up alongside Jaques Lacanâ€™s Ecrits: The First Complete Translation in English.
But today was the bonanza: Sidney Sheldonâ€™s The Other Side of Midnight. That The Pelican Brief shared the same page barely caught my notice.