If you aren't interested in my work based on its own merit, don't feed me spoonfuls of shit telling me you are, then mention how you'd love to reprint some of my father's work. It's low class as hell, I've been through it enough times. If you wanna reprint some of my father's work, contact the fucking agency that handles it. Don't try to use me. Your promises as well as your deals are shit, your marketing always sucks, based on my research, and I'm established enough that, frankly, I don't need your "help". If you are interested in my work because you like my work, cool. If you think faking interest in my work will get you somewhere with my father's stuff, the only thing it's going to do is put word out that you are a manipulative fuck (or fucks, depending). It makes me sick and would make my father sick. Sorry, but the next publisher, big, small, mid-list, who tries to pull this crap on me will get an article written about them, will be blogged and reported to the major writing organizations for poor business practice. Even some of you bigger guys who think you're immune, I hold more cards than you know. So don't fucking insult me.
And, really, if it's that important to you, treat me like a god first, make a big fucking deal about my work, buy it for real money, and publicize the shit out of it. And even then, don't expect a fucking thing. You aren't doing me any favors. You're not helping me. You're using me. How would you feel if you really wanted to publish one of my books and I said, yeah, okay; oh, and by the way, you also should publish this book by my friend. It's his first book and he's never read a book in his life, but it'll be good for you and your company. You will have "discovered" him.
Fuck it, whatever. Just keep my father's work out of my work. We don't even write in the same genre, for fuck all's sake.