As I was perusing the internet last week, I came across this blog that Sabrina Jefferies wrote for the Goddess Blogs:
You see, I’m a Dedication Whore. I like to spread the love around. I’ve dedicated books to my parents, siblings, writer friends in different assortments, son’s teachers, a group of Celtic musicians, my agent, my editor, coffeehouses I wrote at, and yes, hubby. It took a really big village to create THIS writer, and by golly I’m going to thank every one of them if I have to write 50 more books to do it.
But my way isn’t the only way. Some authors are One Dedication Ponies, who mention the same person every book–”To my mentor, Carrot Top, as always.” Then there are the Mysterious Dedicators, who’ll dedicate to “the blossoms of my life” or some other cryptic entity, making me wonder if they’ve taken a few too many hits of monitor cleaner. Some don’t dedicate at all–for reasons only they can explain (I will admit to having been in a bind once or twice myself and forgetting to put it in).
I do sometimes wonder if anybody reads them other than the dedicatee.
The blog caught my eye because I was just thinking about this very topic…book dedications. I always read them (subconsciously I think maybe someday I’ll see my name there <sigh>). But I also enjoy that little peek inside the author. Does the author write the dedication
This is Dedicated to the One I Love…
before the book? Or is it an after thought? Do writers worry about hurting someone’s feelings by not putting them in? Is it an obligation? And what happens later in life if you don’t like that person any more (like the picture of you and that creep you took to your sister’s wedding who’s in all the pictures now and forever)?
Having not written a book myself, I get confused with the acknowledgements. These are people who have helped you with the book, but just not enough to get a dedication? Or you have to put their names in because it’s expected? And what’s with all the dedications to editors? Is that just a way to suck up for the next book? (Just playing devil’s advocate here) Inquiring minds you know.
Any thoughts on the subject? Any really great/weird/stupid/strange/heartfelt dedications you’ve read lately? Who would your dedication be to? Would you dedicate a book to someone if they paid you money?
Bottom Line: I’d like to dedicate this blog today to everyone who’s ever left a comment, because without you I don’t think I’d ever know if anyone reads this stuff.