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THE AUTHORS AND THE DUNG PAINTERS

12/20/2014

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The New York Times offers a regular feature in which two writers discuss what purports to be opposite sides of a book-related question. These have included such thoughtful subjects as the utility of literature, the place of sentimentality in fiction, and how books can threaten relationships.

One recent week, Daniel Mendelsohn, author of seven books including prize-winners and best-sellers, extolled the place of books in the life of the French. For a writer, he says, it feels like, “Paris is the capital of the world”—as shown by the fact that “every block in central Paris seems to sprout at least two small, intelligently stocked bookshops.” He also notes that a major factor making this possible is the French law designating books as an “essential good,” which has sheathed the double-edged sword of deep discounts and free delivery that let Amazon slash so viciously through the Eden of America’s writers and publishers.

In theoretical counterpoint, Mohsin Hamid, author of three novels including prize-winners and best-sellers, advises writers to realize they are just one variety of the nation’s toiling masses. Books have no privileged position in this country, he reminds us, even though to writers, editors, designers, agents, publicists, booksellers, and their ilk, they are different: “We forgo higher wages doing other things because we love what we do, because we believe in what we do. Surely our industry deserves special treatment.”

But he really doesn’t think so. A much bigger problem for America as a whole, Hamid believes, than the specialness or lack thereof that we feel for books is the decided lack of specialness in our feelings about the simple work of making a product--any product: books, boots, auto transmissions, or the latest Silicon Valley widget.

That feeling was around, he says, in the middle of the last century, before the pendulum swung as far as it has now toward enshrinement of our rights as consumers—the right basically to wallow in all the deep discounts and freebies an Amazon can lavish on us.

“Maybe we can learn something from that America…,” Hamid writes, “to value producing as much as we do consuming.” Maybe even writers can.

“Maybe we are missing something by focusing on how special we are as book people,” he adds. “We seem to be ignoring the bigger picture: namely that we are workers, and that our experience is converging with that of many other workers in America.” We should think about uniting, he suggests sotto voce, “at least a little. And not just with other writers.”

The point here, of course, is being “special.” I can take the fact that I write books, for instance, as a clear sign of my special creativity. But what about the fellow in the next studio painting portraits with elephant dung, feeling just as emotionally attached to his work as I do to mine? Isn’t his a special creativity too? (Certainly I couldn’t do it.)

So probably, creativity’s not much of a criterion. But maybe there are other reasons to value an author more than an elephant-dung painter. Maybe one of these people (I’ll leave you to guess which) is adding something semi-important—or at least a little bit tasty—to the planet’s stewpot of knowledge, ideas, emotions, and crazy, half-baked theories. That seems like it could have some worth.

And what about those others alongside us in the vineyards, the cubicles, on the assembly line, driving that semi? It’s different kinds of ingredients they’re tossing in their pots, making different dishes to go on our collective great big menu with my pot of stew. But you won’t get me calling them less crucial to the healthy mix of grub that feeds us all.

Let’s face facts: Is how these folks make a buck really what defines them? The differences between us all are so easy to see: She’s blonde, I’m dark; he digs ditches, I write. So what?

“Our experience is converging,” Mohsin Hamid says. Maybe that’s the better point. Maybe we’re all better off realizing the kinds of things we share—the satisfaction of achieving a common goal with others, the pride in a job well done, the bitterness when it goes unnoticed—rather than focusing on what we think makes us different (by which we really mean better).

Here’s my vote for the greater commonality of writers with other Homo sapiens, rather than just the hubristic subspecies of Homo sapiens authorus. It’s the outcome, I’m out on a limb to say, most likely to increase our link with Homo sapiens bookreaderus. And which of us doesn’t want that?

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If Godzilla and king Kong Wrote a Book, What Would They Call It?

12/11/2014

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I can remember having an idle thought once that it was a good thing my wife’s pregnancy was taking nine months (though I know her opinion differed) because the time was needed for us to suggest, reject, pore over, and battle over all the endless possibilities for naming our baby-to-come.

Similarly, though with obviously smaller stakes, I can recall emotional family discussions over what to name the household’s newest cat or dog—complicated by the fact that four people now had to agree rather than just the original two.

So what’s in a name? While Juliet implied that it wasn’t of much importance, the amount of thought and feeling often invested in the choice tells me most people feel otherwise. Which brings us to the progeny resulting when a writer’s chosen words fertilize the ovum of an idea. What shall we title this book?

In recent weeks, that question has been the subject of considerable mental gymnastics and anguished discussion concerning three books being published by Terra Nova.

On one hand, the decision is an “artistic” one, part of the same creative process that has produced the book. For the author, the ideal title will encapsulate the concepts and themes the book itself is built on, and will do it in a way that reflects the author’s own finely tuned sense of language.

But the decision is also a “commercial” one, to put it bluntly and crassly. The equation is pretty simple: Terra Nova is a business; it wants to make money from the sale of books (as do the writers of those books); the main source of that money is readers who part with it in exchange for the books; a book’s title is a key element in the decision-making process of that potential buyer.

Sometimes a solution between these differing points of view is reached through calm, reasoned balancing of pros and cons, pluses and minuses. Other times the consideration of conflicting opinions seems more like a King Kong vs. Godzilla rematch.

The author has already lived with the book a long time before it gets to me. The two of them have become intimate partners—sometimes in both the best and the worst sense. There’s a lot of emotion tied up in their relationship. And then the voice of Mammon speaks, disguised as me (or at least that’s the way it sometimes gets heard).

The author has usually given the book a title that fits, that works, that resonates with the meaning and intent the writing fed off all through the arduous, stressful process. But now this other person, wearing a badge that says “publisher,” shows up to suggest that the vague entity out there named “reader” may not take these words exactly the same way. And the battle is joined.

On one level, it can be said that this is about money: If no meeting of the minds can be found, then who is willing to sacrifice what for the sake of possibly selling a few more books? But money is merely a tangible representation of the essential but ephemeral value of connection. At rock bottom, a book is a connection, between the mind of the writer and that of the reader; that is its power and its only real purpose. If the book doesn’t have readers—meaning “buyers,” to go and be crass again—then the author has spent a great many hours doing something only for his or her own personal benefit, akin even to masturbation we might say (though this is not necessarily a negative pastime, of course, just not something most people hope to make money from).

So wearing my hat (or badge) as publisher, I’ve recently been embroiled in three sets of conversations with authors —in person, by text, by email, by voicemail, by mindmail—about what to title their books. Seemingly, all three have been resolved without bloodshed. “Come let us reason together,” the Good Book says, and ultimately it was a process that worked (although aided in one instance by a random epiphany). Strong feelings were voiced many times, but amazingly, a spirit of accommodation rather than intransigence triumphed.

Now all we have to do is see whether anyone buys these books.

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    Marty Gerber is the editor and co-owner of Terra Nova Books. He established the publishing company in partnership with his son, Scott, in 2012 after working as a freelance editor of books and professional journals since the early 1990s. Before that, he was a newspaper writer and editor for many years, both with some of the nation’s leading dailies and as the founder of startups in Albuquerque and Santa Fe, N.M. He also has taught journalism at New York University and the University of Arizona, and has ghostwritten two books and written two others as himself.

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