A New York City radio station asked for listeners to volunteer to review books that were self published. I volunteered. They sent me four books to review. At first I was surprised at how bad the books were. The grammar was horrible. There were tons of spelling mistakes. And these were published books, albeit self published at the author's expense.
I reviewed the books on Amazon. In those days I was a frequent contributor to Amazon, so much so that they sent me a baseball cap that said Amazon on it and also sent me a letter telling me I was one of their top 100 reviewers. Those familiar with Amazon know that you don't get paid for your reviews, that everyone can write reviews.
In my Amazon review of one particular book, I suggested to the author that I could edit his book and eliminate the many errors in it. He took me up on it. He offered to pay me five hundred dollars, mention my name as editor, and give me a copy of the finished product. I accepted.
He began sending me chapters by computer, and I'd send them back to him edited, eliminating all the grammatical and spelling errors. At first I also volunteered to do some rewriting, but he said he lost his "voice" in the book so he only wanted me to do the grammar and spelling corrections. So that's what I did.
When the project was over, he thanked me and told me how much he and his wife loved what I did. He said he would rave about my editing in the beginning of the book. It was nice to feel so appreciated.
A few years passed. No book. Then he wrote to me that he finally was at the point of publishing the corrected version of his book. But he said that he had already made all the corrections that I suggested, that he had mistakenly sent me an early draft of his book, and that the later draft didn't have any of those errors in it. He was lying through his teeth.
He never did send me a copy of the revised book. He obviously didn't mention me in it. It was a weird experience. Why did he lie like that? You don't send someone your book, chapter by chapter, over a period of time, rave about the editing, pay a guy five hundred dollars, and then somehow discover that you had sent the guy the wrong version of your book. It was nothing but a lie. It mystified me. I lost all respect for him.
He has a good imagination. He wrote a pretty interesting story. His technical writing skills are on the level of an eighth grader, but flowery. His integrity and honesty are non-existent. He couldn't possibly get a book published by anyone who would pay for the publication, because he writes like an eighth grader. That's the simple truth of it.



