All is Vanity by Christina Schwarz
I love watching fictional pretentious novelists get their comeuppance. (Not that I don’t like seeing actual pretentious novelists get their comeuppance, but it’s easier to gloat over the failings of a fictional character rather than a fellow human being.) Something about watching people who think there’s some sort of prerequisite to be called a writer and, most importantly, thinking their first novel’s first draft will become a runaway best seller makes me cackle in delight. Is it because I thought the same thing as a wee lass, or just because I know that the reality is so much different? I may never know. But I was delighted to discover that All is Vanity, an early Nancy Pearl recommendation on my list, dealt with such a novelist.