How To Archer by Sterling Archer: Preview 1
How To Archer by Sterling Archer: Preview 1
How To Archer by Sterling Archer: Preview 1
word to Sterlings little book, I must admit that I was more than
a bit taken aback. Not quite aghast, but definitely shocked.
For one thing, Sterling has never been much of a reader. In
fact, to the best of my knowledge, the only things he ever read
growing up were pornographic comic books (we used to call
them Tijuana bibles, but Im sure thats no longer considered
polite, what with all these immigrants driving around everywhere in their lowriders, listening to raps and shooting all the
jobs). So the thought of Sterling writing an actual book? With
words? Yes, I was definitely shocked.
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how-to book for spies and didnt ask me to write it. Needless to say, I have far more experience in all areas of espionage than Sterling will ever have. I also think I could have
brought a great deal of profound wisdom and unique insight
to such a book, due to my being not only a single mother,
but alsoand more importantlyan incredibly successful
woman in a field almost entirely dominated by men. It probably would have been an inspiration to little girls and young
women all over the world.
Instead, I just assume youll be getting crudely drawn maps
to every whorehouse on the planet, accompanied by a step-bystep guide about how to rid oneself of pubic lice. Which is all
just as well, as far as Im concerned: I am currently penning
my memoirsSecrets and Silk: The Malory Archer Storyand
dont wish to water down the brand.
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PREFACE
My life has basically been one amazing story after another.
So when HarperCollins begged me to write a book for them, I
naturally assumed they meant a memoir. Something along the
lines of John Hustons An Open Book. Or some other book. And
since the publishing business has been circling the drain for
a while now, it made sense to me that HarperCollins would be
eager to publish a book that would sell literally tons of copies.
Also, to be frank, Ive been living well above my means for
pretty much my entire adult life, which made the thought of
millions upon millions of dollars in book royalties more than a
little appealing to me.
And so I agreed to take a lunch meeting, to which I brought
a rough outline (hastily scribbled on a sheaf of cocktail napkins) of my thrilling life. The two editors from HarperCollins,
turns out, were actually editrices.1 This being the publishing
world, neither was what youd call mildly attractive. One
1 It also turns out that an editrixthe plural of which is editricesis
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was pretty mousy, the other sort of squat and boxy and mannish, almost like a young Gertrude Stein. But not nearly as
well yeah, about that ugly.
Fast-forward five martinis.2
Somewhere between martinis three and five, apparently,
I said something that made Gertrude Junior storm out of the
restaurant. Or I repeatedly made elephant noises every single
time she tried to talk. Its all pretty hazy. Anyway, I thought
the book deal was dead on arrival. Right up until the mousy
oneutterly disarmed by a combination of white Zinfandel
and Archer pheromonesput her hand on my knee and asked
if we could continue the meeting at my place.
Im (at least) seven martinis to the good at this point.
Im also thinking about John Huston, and about howeven
though he was a ninety-year-old Mexican hermit when he
wrote his memoirshe probably got laid a bunch of extra
times when they were published (which, by that point in his
life, was just padding his stats). And so I pour the boozy little
editrix into a cab and take her back to my place, thinking
Ill cement the book deal by doing a little stat-padding of my
own. But was I in for a surprise once I got her into the bedroom. Because you know how in the movies, when the mousy
librarian type takes off her glasses and shakes down her hair,
and it turns out that all this time she was ridiculously
smoking hot?
This was not that. At all.
But by this point I really want HarperCollins to publish
my memoirs. And since this pale, timid, and also somewhat
(its hard to even say this) nether-regionally-unkempt woman
seemed to be the only means to that end, I bit the bullet and
2 Plus the (at least) two that Id had in the cab on the way over.
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