I was startled by this book. Admittedly, the entire device (a book about publishing a book...but not at all a self-help nor entirely a conventional memoir) should immediately provoke skepticism. What does Markley have to offer that is different from any number of struggling authors trying to break into a closed industry? I think the answer may simply be his unflinching honesty and a clear ability to tease out connections between life and art.
Although he breezily jokes about his inevitable classification as a post-modern voice of the likes of Eggers and Klosterman, I actually found his writing to be more sincere than Klosterman's (who, though very clever and funny, often sounds calculated and carefully scripted) and certainly funnier than A Heartbreaking Work. Yes, there are dick jokes (Lord, are there dick jokes). Yes, there are gimmicks that may even feel disorienting (I don't think Ann Coulter uses as many spurious footnotes as Markley, and that's saying a lot). But the arc of the story targets a larger subject than just getting published. In fact, it freely deviates almost like a head-fake, a zwischenzug that pulls you into his early experience of the death of a dear friend, the fallout from an unplanned pregnancy, and the pains of a long-distance relationship.
If a handful of dick jokes is all you take away, I think you probably missed the point.