The London Book Fair is no place
for writers, this is the business end of the process, the dirty, gritty,
commercial side that is miles away from the little creative bubble in which we
spend our days. We all know it’s
happening somewhere “out there” – but we don’t necessarily want to be involved
in it. Frankly, who does want to spend 6
hours away from natural light trudging up and down the aisles of publishers,
foreign book organisations, and people offering services to authors and to the
industry, in the hope that we can find someone helpful to talk to.
“It’s all about the serendipity!” one (sales)man told
me. “We were talking to an unpublished
writer when a foreign publisher came up and wanted to buy the Dutch rights.” Yeah, that sounds like estate agents telling
you that they sold a house just like the one you want but with an even bigger
garden/conservatory/garage just a few months ago. You can imagine the stories: the writer who
got an agent when she met her in the queue for the ladies, the writer who sold
his Chinese rights, after a Chinese publisher asked him to take a photograph of
her, etc. Of course they’re true, and
they nearly happened to me.
And where are the agents?
Ah, they are upstairs, busy negotiating international rights for their
clients... you can go up there, but you can’t see them unless you’ve got an
appointment and if you’re not interested in buying international rights, forget
it! Up above the main exhibition hall is
this dark, dowdy place, filled with booths and tables – rows of agents, and
foreign publishing houses have tables here.
You can’t go in without an appointment – but would you want to? What would you do? Introduce yourself “Hello, I’m a leprous
pariah looking for representation.”
The LBF is not a place where authors go to feel valued: it’s
a salutary way of making yourself realise how small and unimportant you are in
the process. For the first time this year the LBF acknowledged
writers by introducing a place called the Authors’ Lounge. Sounds nice doesn’t it? A quiet spot with some sofas, a coffee
machine perhaps – or at least a water cooler – somewhere to sit and chat to
your fellow sufferers. Wrong! A flimsy structure, open to the rest of the
exhibition, furnished with padded
benches, with a rolling programme of talks – many of which were being given by people
representing companies with a commercial interest in helping
self-publishers. Author’s purgatory
really. However, due to the lack of anything else
constructive to do, I ended up sitting there and hearing about Granta’s 20
young authors under 40 (which I can never be of course) and it was good to hear
a couple of writers (Adam Thirlwall and AL Kennedy) talking about their
experiences of being selected. AL Kennedy
gave a rather spirited attack on people who just wanted to make money out of
unpublished writers which was refreshing to hear (don’t start me on Amazon’s Create Space
scheme!) and was very encouraging to the writers in the audience who asked
questions.
Without the writers none of the rest of this industry, or
this trade fair, would exist – but I realised that we are analogous to the
workers under capitalism: our labour produces profit, but very little of it
gets back to us. In promoting Create
Space, the Amazon speaker pointed out all the people who took a cut of the profits between the
author and the reader... and how Create Space had changed that: they took the cut
instead! Perhaps one ought to find some
way of working co-operatively with other writers to publish and promote books –
but how many writers really want to go on the road, or even around the internet,
to do that – come on, we’ve got books to write!
I laughed when I read this, Kate. How true! I go for the buzz, the talks and to meet up with other children's writers in our regular quiet spot at the back of the upstairs cafeteria. The authors lounge was purgatory indeed (and almost impossible to find as it was marked wrongly on the map). A plus side to the fact that this year seemed particularly frenetic - maybe things are picking up!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it Jane - fortunately I was fairly buoyant when I arrived at 9.30ish - and didn't quite sink by the end of the day!
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