To several well know french publishing houses.
I wonder what will the result be.
I must stress the fact that it was originally written in french, since a lot of these people not only do not speak english, but they hardly can speak french.
And I am not talking about sanskrit or urdu.
However it is a fact that some can actually use a xerox.
Here's the letter. I seriously actually plan to send it. I feel facetious.

Sirs,

I condescend into sitting at my keyboard to inform you of the crowning achievement of forty years of hard work.
This "grand oeuvre" that I dare call a great work of art, is the expected result of the efforts of a great mind that dedicated all this life to study and the Great Literature.
I submitted the manuscript to several well known litterary figures whose names I shall not divulge, and they unanimously judged that the book deserved a prestigious publishing house, and vice versa.
For instance, you can ask Philippe Sollers. He will quickly deny it of course! We know the character!
So, do not ask Sollers, you'd waiste your time and he's got enough problems like that, getting old and stuff.
Rather, go ask Stephen King. He'll confirm anything you say just for the sake of messing up things and make a best seller afterwards.
Bastard.
I can imagine from here you high intellignent brow criss crossed with the creases of perplexity, since no manuscript is attached to the present letter.
Indeed.
Let me explain: The old literature is dead, new age literature is not all that well since it OD'd on coke some while ago and the only books that still sell reasonably well are the Coran and Mein Kampf.
Literature needs new blood, brother.
Note the pun.
And I am here to shed mine. And lo and behold, here is the new blood! the rupture, the new At Nouveau, at last.
At last, poor Yorick.
Pun again.
For the first time, you have just received a letter from a writer, and one of the most brilliant, to officially inform you that you shall not receive any manuscript from him, in any way, shape or form. Neither you nor any of your competitors.
No one.
The manuscript is now locked up in a vault in a swiss bank and will never get out of it.
You shall not be informed either of the theme of the book, the story or the characters --if any.
Nothing.
For all you know it could be a english-greek dictionary, or a telephone book.
Nope, zilch, nothing. But let me tell you that you are missing something great.
Naturally, I do not expect any answer from you and to be sure I will abstain from putting a stamped envelope with this letter.
This way I won't have to give my address away.

I salute you.

Signed:
Nope you won't get me on this one either. You really think I'm stupid do you?

That's it. I'll let you know if I get famous with this kind of bulls..t. I've seen much worse.
But they'll have to find me first..