Mr. Miles:
I trust you have been made aware of the ongoing crisis with American Airlines, who have, at this posting, canceled 2,500 flights in the past week with more promised. Air travel in this country is descending into chaos, and as we read an advanced copy of your upcoming novel, Dear American Airlines, we cannot help but picture you at home in your dimly lit, cherry wood and leather-adorned study, laughing maniacally between puffs on your Cohiba, your legs crossed in crisp trousers, shoulders shaking inside your precious tweed blazer. Somehow it's all too perfect: the footage of disgruntled passengers in dead-end lines, the fleet of American Airlines jets docked all in a row, and the release date of your novel, which poses as an angry diatribe by a stranded AA passenger, looming all the while. A coincidence? Or a cleverly plotted publicity scheme?
We've read your novel, sir, and regret to say that we admired it very much. Who of us has not suffered the agony and frustration of being stranded in a strange airport, civility eroding all around, trying desperately to get some answers out of the dismissive airline spokesperson while sorting out the particulars of our shattered, pointless lives? Your book touches a nerve, to be sure, and in between cursing your name, we have compared your work favorably to modern classics such as The Sportswriter.
But is it worth the risk of toppling the entire airline industry for such an auspicious debut? We are not convinced. Perhaps you could shed some light on these allegations and reveal the true nature of your relationship with American Airlines.
We remain grounded, awaiting your reply.
Yours,
Bookstore Staff
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