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by Gabriel Chouinard
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drumbeats beyond the horizon
Have you noticed a strange vibe in the air? A tension, a knotted-bowel silent pause before the thunderclaps begin? That's what I've been feeling lately.
At first, I attributed it to eating too many green peppers in my pasta. But then I realized... it wasn't going away.
It was vaguely familiar. And then someone told me; "Hey, Gabe. That's fear."
Fear. Yes. I've heard of that....
Now, I'm generally the fearless sort. I don't go running and screaming like a little schoolgirl when confronted by obstacles
set out to deter me like so many land mines in Serbia. I don't back down from confrontation, I don't sit idly by while the bullies
kick sand into the faces of all the skinny pasty guys. I speak up, brandish myself like a living weapon, display myself like an
undulating cobra -- I'm an easy target, by god, because I can puff up with the best of them!
So why am I afraid?
Because, like anyone, I am hardwired to feel fear when my loved ones are threatened.
Ah... but the flipside! Like anyone, I am also hardwired to be protective when my loved ones are threatened! And therein lies strength.
the splintering of the earth, the sundering of the universe
Recently, I've begun corresponding with a well-regarded fantasy author, whom I will not name here. Instead, I shall
call him "John" for the sake of this column, and that will have to do.
John sent me an email last night, and his message contained a short passage that, while taken in the context of the entire
mail, was really an insignificant little thing. And yet, it made me pause. And then it made me STOP. And then it made me think.
John's little passage was:
New eyes?
I have been reading and writing fantastic fiction for twenty of the past twenty-seven years. Granted, I'm no venerable
sage when it comes to fantastic fiction. But I'd like to think that my particular brand of viewpoint is common, rather than
exceptionally strange or fascinating. If my thoughts on the industry are indeed strange... then we're in deeper trouble than I had thought.
And then, hot on the heels of John's email came this message, posted on the SFFWorld forum:
Are my views really so far out there? Am I really in the minority?
where do you go to get the best sesame chicken in this town?
Here's another one of those crazy, left-field thoughts of mine which seem to cause so much fascination.
In the past, I have defended publishers as money-making entities that cannot be blamed for being concerned with the bottom
line, aka money. I have lain the burden of consumerism upon you, the readers/consumers. And I'm still right.
But now we need to look at the other side of the story.
And it is sadly missed.
These days, there is no such thing as branding among the major publishers (save, perhaps, for Baen Books; one always
knows what to expect from Baen Books!). And let's face it -- we all know how wonderful a job the so-called 'small press' is
doing amongst the various niche markets. The truth is, the small press doesn't drive the market. Though their efforts are
praiseworthy (and I do intend to do a column focused solely upon the small press in the near future), they do not have the
visibility to appeal to the average reader. That is the sole property of the Big Houses.
And the Big Houses are doing a shitty job.
Sure, good books are being produced by almost all of the Big House publishers. Sure, they're even doing a relatively decent job
of marketing and packaging those good books (see China Miéville's Perdido Street Station for all the proof
that you need...). They're still failing across the board.
When you boil it down, every book that is published is basically the same as a dot-com start-up company. The publisher is
a venture capitalist, shelling out the cash in the hopes that the stock (novel) will do well, and earn high returns. In
some cases, they're doing it right; there are plenty of fantasy and science fiction bestsellers that can attest to that.
In the majority of cases, they're doing miserably, horribly and criminally wrong.
do it right, or don't do it at all...
I've been thinking long and hard on these things. It seems to be something that's in my blood, something that forces me to
consider the industry in all its ugly glory. I can't even make myself stop. And by bloody Christ, I have opinions on how to do things right.
First off, publishers need to remember that producing a book is a partnership. The author, AND the novel, are integral
parts of the partnership. Too too often, authors are expected to mold themselves to the strengths of the publisher, when
publishers should be, in reality, marketing to the strengths of the writers. But then, that's so glaringly obvious that it
can't be seen; glass people looking out over a glass landscape, unaware that they're seeing their own reflections because
those reflections are invisible.
The Ace Specials were a brand. When you picked up an Ace Special, you knew that it would be a quality piece of speculative
fiction, even if you'd never heard of the author before. They had that reputation going for them. And people DID buy the Ace
Specials. And weren't disappointed.
Where is that today? Where is the knowledge, in this attention-deficit world with thousands of distractions and choices, of
picking out a book and KNOWING that you'll enjoy it? Why would publishers, who want to compete with all the myriad entertainment
choices that surround us every day, ignore the idea of a consumer being pleased with a purchase?
Niche marketing is fine. Love it. But what about the ideal that we want this sort of fantastic literature that I'm encouraging
to become the NORM, rather than the exception? Especially considering that the Next Wave is about a group of very individualist
writers, all with their own styles and methods? How do we go about marketing such work to the vast masses?
If I were in charge of marketing the Next Wave, I'd aim it in several directions. I'd have a bit of cursory coverage within the
genre field; but the majority of my marketing would be aimed at the young hipsters; college-educated, with plenty of disposable
income and a penchant for intelligent, thought-provoking, and (above all) rebellious creative works. The people that
made Fight Club such a successful movie. I'd throw it in the faces of everyone that likes techno music, and watches
foreign films. Advertisements in non-literary magazines. You catch my drift? Aim high, but low at the same time; make it a
part of popular culture! Use the powers of branding and commercialism to our advantage; after all, the IDEAS and the WRITING
will stand up to the stress of being looked at as commercial if they're good. Call it "pretend branding." All a plan to coerce the system.
Publishers and writers aren't enemies. Especially in this day of e-books, e-mail, e-commerce, e-everything e-else. In order
for books to rise above the morass of poppy, flashy bullshit, they need to stand out. They need to be special. And that
means encouraging the special books. And the special publishers.
And the Ace Specials.
But then, those are just my thoughts. What do I know? I'm just some guy with fascinating viewpoints.
back to the old bump and grind
You know the song and dance. Time to discuss what you should be reading.
First off, you really owe it to yourself to pick up the work of Steven Brust. While not necessarily a Next Wave
author, Brust comes startlingly close at times, and I would say that he is definitely this
generation's Alexandre Dumas. He has a new novel, Issola, coming out in hardcover from Tor in July. I
recommend that everyone read his backlist, and then pick up Issola. I guarantee, a good time will be had by all.
Now, I'm not big on promoting online works. That isn't my forté, nor is it a huge interest of mine. However, I would like to
point you to Spicy Green Iguana (http://www.spicygreeniguana.com), which bills itself as "the Speculative Fiction Magazine
Resource Site For Writers, Readers and Artists". While it isn't exactly the best site on the web, it is quite
interesting. If nothing else, please read the columns of Paul T. Riddell; Paul is one of the best essayists working in
the speculative fiction arena. Be forewarned; you may piss yourself.
Lastly, I'd like to thank Matt Stover, Michael Moorcock, and China Miéville for indirectly influencing this particular
column. These are all gentlemen of the highest order. Buy their books. All of them.
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Gabe Chouinard is a writer and editor living in obscurity, struggling to get published by chucking rocks at the windows of the publishing industry and hoping someone will notice. He runs a Fantastic Metropolis Forum, semi-maintains a pathetic webpage at www.geocities.com/gabe_chouinard, and is editing the latest in a line of New Worlds anthologies. Still, he isn't making any money... |
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