Morning. I promised my publisher that during the month of October, I’d use this space to promote my new book with the same passion and intensity I brought to the home shopping industry back in 1990, when I first appeared on QVC in the middle of the night to hawk an endless collection of mysterious products I’d never seen before.
Of course, my publisher didn’t realize that my time at QVC was marked by a conspicuous absence of both “passion and intensity.” In fact, as I describe in my book, my reputation as a TV host in those days was more closely aligned with “confusion and subversion,” and my success in that industry – though limited – was made entirely possible by viewers who took pity on me, and called in to do my job for me. In that spirit, I’d like to start sharing some of the early reviews from critics who received an advance copy of The Way I Heard It. Reviews so glowing, so effusive, so breathtakingly magnanimous I had to call my mother to see if she was writing them under an alias. (She swears she isn’t. In fact, she’s just finishing up her second book, which I’ll probably be flogging here, several months from now.)
But first things first. Give this love letter a look, but be warned – doing so will very likely compel you to preorder a copy of The Way I Heard It, (which can be accomplished at mikerowe.com/book.)