Poor Kathy Griffin. She just can’t catch a break. It seems like her whole life has been one long story of struggle and heartbreak. For years, she has been cast in comedic roles on sitcoms and had a lucrative career as a comedian, only to finally get her own show on Bravo, the success of which has earned her new levels of fame and attention. And now she has sold a memoir for only 2 million dollars? It’s like, hasn’t this sad, failed outcast suffered enough? From the NY Observer:
The comedian Kathy Griffin is writing a memoir, and according to three sources with knowledge of the deal, her literary agent at Endeavor, former Dutton editor-in-chief Trena Keating, sold it at auction last week to an editor at Random House’s Ballantine imprint for more than $2 million.
Luckily, no matter how much you pay her, Kathy Griffin will surely paint herself as a lonesome nobody beating on Hollywood’s door from the outside*. “Luckily.”
*This is just a reminder to Kathy Griffin that Videogum would happily stand back and leave you to enjoy your success, lord knows you’ve worked for it, if you would please just drop this D-List schtick. It’s fake, and it’s a lie, and you are rich, and you are famous, so stop playing games. Just own up to the fact that even a crumbling industry grasping at straws to stay relevant has agreed to pay you an exorbitant amount of money for a book you certainly haven’t even begun to write based on the sheer star power of your name. You’ve made it. Stop being such a fucking liar. No? Still going to run with this whole “wah wah, no one likes me, why am I such a loser with nothing but her own show and millions of dollars to keep her company” routine? Have fun at dinner.