I've had some terrific colleagues.
I've had three who've been both. One is now setting land speed records in her own literary agency; the other is setting the world on fire in a publisher's marketing department.
The third is leaving today to become a full-fledged, no more putting up with the Shark, agent.
Brooks Sherman swims off to The Bent Agency on Monday and to say he will be missed is to say I might like a snort every now and then.
Brooks is one of the funniest guys I've ever had the pleasure of working with. He's also got impeccable taste in books. He is unfortunately woefully ignorant of good music (harrumph) and fails to appreciate The Parent Trap is a great movie, but he can be forgiven these things if only cause he found Otter.
I love Otter.
There's a lot I'm going to miss about not having Brooks in the office. Maybe I can use this to build a trap (salted with whisky not cookies of course) to get him back.
If you queried Brooks here at FPLM, and have not heard back, you should query him at The Bent Agency. By phone of course. I had his number specially installed: 212- TOR-MENT