Twice every year, around mid-May and mid-December, a curious lull befalls the frenzied lives of literary agents, like those abrupt silences that occasionally muffle a party when everybody, inexplicably, stops talking at exactly the same time. I’ve experienced enough of these semiannual brownouts that I ought to expect them by now. Yet they always take me by surprise, and I can predictably be heard at these times barking to my staff, “Is there something wrong with our phones? Is this a mail holiday or what?” At length it occurs to me: it’s sales conference season.

Do you know what happens at sales conferences? If not, you owe it to yourself to read up on them.