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The dark truth about book signings

In publishing on May 8, 2013 at 9:08 am

When you’re banging away at the keyboard, working on that manuscript and harboring dreams of becoming a published author, there are certain sacred notions you may hold to be true where publishing is concerned. You may, for example, believe the publisher will send you on a multi-city book tour, where you’ll be thronged at events by large crowds of wildly enthusiastic readers. It’s a nice fantasy.

The hard truth is publishers don’t have the budgets these days to send authors off on national book tours—unless, of course, the publishing house has invested a large amount of cash in a particular book or you’re a major bestselling brand. That said, every author I know has not only arranged for their own book-signing events, but has personally funded their own travel. But is all that worth your time and effort? The cold answer is probably not—unless, of course, your book has received a large amount of publicity or you’re a recognized name. Think about it. How many times have you been in your local bookstore and witnessed a lonely author sitting at a table, surrounded by stacks of his or her books, imploring passers-by with a silent, pleading stare?

Take it from someone who knows.

There’s nothing more humbling than showing up at a reading and seeing that of the twenty chairs they’ve set up for the event, only three are occupied. Wait—scratch that. It’s even more humbling when two of the three people are there because you invited them. In a way, having one or two people show up is worse than having no one attend. If no one makes an appearance, you can scurry from the premises, retreat to the nearest bar, and get lost in a bottle. If just one or two people show up, it’s awkward for all involved. The attendees are either embarrassed for you or feel slightly foolish no one else is there, while you’re embarrassed only two people turned out to hear you blather on about your book. Of course, you’re still thankful they made the effort.

At one event I did several years ago, the only people in attendance were two high school girls who, for an English assignment, had to hear an author speak. Dutifully, I read a page from my book, In the Dark, while my audience smacked chewing gum and seemed totally disinterested in the whole thing. When I finished, they both got up from their chairs and—without saying or purchasing anything—left. I drank several scotches after that one. I did another event several years later, where a homeless guy came into the store, took a seat in the last row of mostly empty chairs, and fell asleep. At least it meant a warm body in a seat.

Here’s some advice: Instead of book signings, consider a speaking event somewhere that has a ready-made audience, such as meetings of your local Kiwanis or Sons of the American Revolution chapters. These organizations, and others like them, often host speakers and are always on the lookout for someone interesting to address their gatherings. I did this to help promote my recent book, Human Game. The audiences were not only attentive, they were extremely appreciative. The feeling, I must say, was mutual.

Doubt: It’s every writer’s companion

In Writing on April 26, 2013 at 8:51 am

It’s something every writer deals with while banging away at the keyboard: doubt. We’re our own worst critics. It’s a terrible moment to read something you’ve put down on paper only to realize there’s nothing but a mess on the page. Of course, it’s not always as bad as you think—it’s just doubt mercilessly kicking your self-confidence in the groin. The next time you worry something you’ve written is not up to your usual high standards, consider this letter penned by a first-time author to a friend:

I had the idea that one could write a thriller with half one’s mind, and I simply wrote 2,000 words a day to show myself that I could. I didn’t read it through as I wrote it, and when I returned to England and did so I really was appalled.

The dialogue, a lot of the descriptions and the main characters are dreadfully banal and three-quarters of the writing is informed with what I can only describe as vulgarity. Such good action moments as there are in the story have been more or less thrown away and so far as I can see the element of suspense is completely absent.

After riffling through this muck you will probably never speak to me again, but I have got to take that chance. For God’s sake don’t mention this dreadful oafish opus to anyone else, and for heaven’s sake believe, as I am sure you will after you have read a few pages, that this is not mock humility.

The author, opining on his first manuscript, goes on for another couple of paragraphs and rips his work to shreds. Long story short, the manuscript wound up in the hands of UK publisher Jonathan Cape, who thought highly of the story and the writing. And on April 13, 1953, Ian Fleming’s first James Bond novel, Casino Royale, was published.

See? Even the best writers harshly judge their own abilities.

You want how much?!

In Uncategorized on April 25, 2013 at 11:29 am

Even though it’s been out of print for a couple of years, I sometimes check the Amazon listing for my book On the House to see if anyone has recently posted a review. In doing so, I’ve noticed something annoying: the exorbitant price for which used copies of the book are selling.

It’s great used booksellers can sell through Amazon, but I think it’s ridiculous to be selling copies of On the House, a Penguin paperback original that sold for $7.95, for a small fortune. There are six dealers listing the book as being in “new” condition. The cheapest price is $89; the most expensive is $250! The only book I’ve ever spent that much on was a first edition Ian Fleming.

I’m curious as to what guidelines these people use to determine their price. Likewise, another bookseller is hawking a used copy of my book In the Dark for $90. Why spend that much when it’s still available on Kindle for $7.99? Sorry. That wasn’t meant to come across as a shameless advertisement.

All I’m saying is if you’re seriously considering spending $250 on a used copy of one of my books, please just cut me a personal check instead and I’ll send you a signed copy at no additional cost.

Doing what was once unthinkable . . .

In books on April 19, 2013 at 9:22 am

Time—as we all know—is a precious commodity, what with deadlines, family commitments, long commutes, and other things life throws one’s way. Hence, when you have an hour to kill, you want to make sure it doesn’t go to waste. This line of thinking recently prompted me to do something I’ve always tried to avoid. I gave up on a book.

The other night, having finished my round of manuscript edits for the evening, I thought I’d try and catch up on some recreational reading. I poured myself a drink, picked up a book, and crashed on the sofa. Now, this particular book is one I’ve been trying to get through since January. It’s a recent history on the Mutiny of the Bounty, a subject I’ve always found fascinating.

The book’s opening chapters were brilliant and had me hooked—but halfway through the tome, the narrative became unbelievably sluggish. The author is a good writer and a brilliant researcher, who obviously felt compelled to unload every fact she uncovered into the book. The result was an information overload of seemingly irrelevant details. It got to the point where I just couldn’t keep track of things anymore—and I consider myself a pretty sharp reader.

I officially gave up on page 264 but had been struggling since the 150-page mark (the book has 410 pages). With a massive stack of books on my bedside table, I admitted defeat and tossed the book in a pile that’s destined for the local used bookstore. In the past, I would have hated doing such a thing—but now, I don’t have time to waste on a read I find dull.

Alas, I hope the next book I sit down with meets a kinder fate.

It’s been a while . . .

In Writing on April 17, 2013 at 10:15 pm

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Well, I’ve been lagging somewhat in the blogging department. Bookwork has been keeping me busy. I have a May 1 deadline with my British publisher, so I’ve been frantically trying to finish the manuscript for The Case That Foiled Fabian: Murder and Witchcraft in the Heart of England. It’s involved downing a lot of coffee. The writing is actually done; I’m now in proofreading mode and hope to have all final edits complete by this weekend.

I’ve written my last three books back-to-back, so I plan on taking a break when I’m done with this current project. This will be the first summer in about five years I haven’t been under some sort of publishing deadline. It’s a welcome thought—but one that’s slightly scary. As an author, you can’t help but wonder where your next writing contract is coming from.

That said, I have what I consider to be two strong book ideas and have promised my agent to get him proposals on each in the not-too-distant future. In other publishing news, my book Dark City, which came out in the UK three years ago, will be released as an audio book later this year, which is exciting. Also of note: I had another run-in with the entertainment world that once again went nowhere. A major British production company contacted my film agent, saying they wanted to option Human Game for a multi-part miniseries and a multi-part documentary. Long story short, they never followed through with the offer and never clued us in as to why. Nice. I’ll never understand how that industry works.

My top priority this summer will be to catch up on my recreational reading. So far, I plan to tackle:

    The Ghost Riders of Ordebec by Fred Vargas (one of my favorite mystery writers)

    River of Doubt: Theodore Roosevelt’s Darkest Journey by Candice Millard

    The Collected Stories of John Cheever

    The Woman Lit by Fireflies and The Farmer’s Daughter by Jim Harrison

    Skeletons of the Zahara: A True Story of Survival by Dean King

    A Bridge Too Far by Cornelius Ryan

    True Grit by Charles Portis

There are more books on my list, but I figure this is a pretty good start. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to get through these—but I’m going to give it my best shot. Anyone out there have books they’re looking forward to reading poolside?

You can never have too many books

In books on February 5, 2013 at 9:14 am

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“You ordered more books?”

So asked my wife when the package from Amazon hit the doorstep on Saturday. My response: “Indeed, I did.” In the box were three titles I’m very much looking forward to reading once I’m done with my current manuscript: Skeletons on the Zahara by Dean King, The River of Doubt: Theodore Roosevelt’s Darkest Journey by Candice Millard, and A Daughter’s Tale: The Memoir of Winston Churchill’s Youngest Child by Mary Soames.

Admittedly, I do have more than a few books in my library I purchased a while back and have not yet read—but that doesn’t stop me from ordering other books I want. My wife, bless her, doesn’t understand this. Surely, she muses, I should read every book I have before adding to my already considerable collection. “Nonsense,” I say.

I love being surrounded by books. I love pulling a random title from one of my bookshelves and flipping through its pages. I love the weight of a book in my hand and the sound of a page turning—none of which you can enjoy on your Kindle or Nook. Old books have a certain scent—a blending of dust and age—that I find strangely pleasing.

This evening, I pulled a copy of Winston Churchill’s Thoughts and Adventures from my shelf. It’s a 1949 reprint that belonged to my grandfather. The book is a collection of newspaper and magazine articles Churchill published between 1924 and 1931. One essay, titled “Hobbies,” tackles the very subject of having more books than one can possibly read. I feel obliged to share Mr. Churchill’s take on the matter with you now:

‘What shall I do with all my books?’ was the question; and the answer, ‘Read them,’ sobered the questioner. But if you cannot read them, at any rate handle them and, as it were, fondle them. Peer into them. Let them fall open where they will. Read on from the first sentence that arrests the eye. Then turn to another. Make a voyage of discovery, taking sounds of unchartered seas. Set them back on their shelves with your own hands. Arrange them on your own plan, so that if you do not know what is in them, you at least know where they are. If they cannot be your friends, let them at any rate be your acquaintances. If they cannot enter the circle of your life, do not deny them at least a nod of recognition.

Churchill acknowledges we will never read all the books we want to:

Think of all the wonderful tales that have been told, and well told, which you will never know. Think of all the searching inquiries into matters of great consequence which you will never pursue. Think of all the delighting or disturbing ideas that you will never share. Think of the mighty labours which have been accomplished for your service, but of which you will never reap the harvest. But from this melancholy there also comes a calm. The bitter sweets of a pious despair melt into an agreeable sense of compulsory resignation from which we return with renewed zest to the light vanities of life.

And so forgive me for being a book hoarder.

More book news

In publishing, Writing on January 8, 2013 at 8:26 am

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With the new year under way, I find myself fully entrenched in my latest book project, The Case that Foiled Fabian: Murder and Witchcraft in Rural England. The manuscript is due on the publisher’s desk May 1. I noticed last night the book is already listed on the UK Amazon site, even though it won’t be out until June 2014. The product description reads:

On Wednesday 14 February 1945, the body of Charles Walton was discovered in the sleepy Warwickshire village of Lower Quinton, his torso pinned to the ground by a pitchfork that had been viciously driven through him. Walton, a life-long resident of Lower Quinton and a retired labourer, was believed by many to be a clairvoyant who could talk to birds and exercise control over animals. Indeed, with the vast majority of villagers believing that Walton’s death was carried out according to ritual witchcraft, such was his unusual past, the most famous police officer in Britain, Robert Fabian (Fabian of the Yard), was promptly dispatched by Scotland Yard to help solve this increasingly peculiar and foreboding mystery. Fabian was not a man prone to superstition and who had dealt with some of the most notorious killers of his time. However, there was something in the Walton murder that proved to be unnerving. Moreover, with all the clues continuing to point towards ritual witchcraft as the modus operandi and faced by a wall of silence from the villagers, Fabian faced, for the first time in his glittering career, the daunting prospect of failure. Renowned crime historian Simon Read will piece together the now-infamous events at Lower Quinton in an effort to provide an answer to the unrequited question: who killed Charles Walton, the victim of the last ritual witchcraft murder in Britain?

I’ll say it: I like being referred to as a “renowned crime historian.”

I should have the first draft done in another 10,000 words or so. I spent the holiday season in Britain, researching and taking photographs, and am quite happy with the way things are progressing. I have a feeling this will be my last book for quite a while, as—for the first time since I became a published author—I have no idea what I want to work on next. While I have a few ideas rattling around in the back of my head, none of them genuinely excite me. It’s a rather nerve-wracking thing to be bereft of ideas, for a writer can’t really write without them! That said, a break will do me good. Since 2005, I’ve written seven books (including the one I’m working on now) back-to-back. My brain and my carpal-tunneled fingers need a rest.

Turning the book in by the beginning of May means I won’t have to worry about writing over the summer. In addition to banging out books, I work a day job (unless you’re a major bestselling author, tapping at the keys doesn’t earn you enough to feed a family and pay the mortgage). This means I work on the books in the evenings after my wife and son have gone to bed. I’m actually looking forward to having time to crash on the sofa and watch movies—and, of course, catch up on my reading.

In other books news, there is now less than two months to go until the British publication of Human Game. I’m very happy to announce that Live Magazine, which is published in the Mail on Sunday (one of Britain’s major national newspapers) will be publishing a 2,500-word excerpt of the book just prior to the March 7 release. As frequent visitors to this site may already know, Human Game details the brutal, non-fiction aftermath of the events depicted in the classic film “The Great Escape.” The movie has always been popular in the UK and—until recently—always aired on television on Christmas day. I’m hoping this bodes well for the book’s UK performance.

My New Year’s resolution is to try and be more disciplined when it comes to the blog. My writing duties have cut into my blogging time, but I hope to be posting more regularly in the weeks ahead!

Until next time . . .

Defending the self-published

In publishing on December 5, 2012 at 11:31 am

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As I work on my current book project for UK publisher The History Press and prepare for Constable & Robinson’s British release of Human Game in March, my thoughts have been turning—with increasing frequency—to self-publishing. My first book, On the House, was released by Penguin in 2005 and went out of print a couple of years ago. Since the rights have reverted back to me, I have toyed with the idea of publishing the book myself in Amazon’s Kindle Store to give it a second chance at life.

While researching the benefits and pitfalls of releasing a book without a traditional publisher’s backing, I stumbled across a Forbes article in which a couple of mega-selling authors trash self-published writers (the article was published in August, so I’m a bit late coming to it). Here is what Sue Grafton, author of numerous mysteries–such as A is for Alibi and C is for Corpse–had to say on the subject. Judging from the following quote, I assume “B is for Bitchy”:

To me, it seems disrespectful…that a ‘wannabe’ assumes it’s all so easy s/he can put out a ‘published novel’ without bothering to read, study, or do the research. … Self-publishing is a short cut and I don’t believe in short cuts when it comes to the arts. I compare self-publishing to a student managing to conquer Five Easy Pieces on the piano and then wondering if s/he’s ready to be booked into Carnegie Hall.

Maybe “S is for Snotty.” This quote astounds me. Why would Ms. Grafton assume a self-published author is a “wannabe” who thinks writing and publishing are easy? Anyone who has the discipline to sit down, write every day, and complete a manuscript knows there’s nothing easy about it. People can read, study, and do research into traditional publishing, but it doesn’t mean they’re going to get published. Think of how many great writers there must be out there who have been unable to land a traditional writing contract. Maybe someone did do their research and decided traditional publishing wasn’t for them. What’s wrong if they want to share their work with others? Ms. Grafton says self-publishing is a short cut—and that there should be no short cuts in art. James Joyce self-published Ulysses. Does that make Joyce a “wannabe”? Self-published authors have to hire graphic designers to do the book covers, editors to go over the manuscript, and they have to try and market and promote the book themselves–there’s nothing easy about any of that.

This brings me to the next quote—this one from thriller writer Brad Thor, author of Black List and Full Black, among others:

The important role that publishers fill is to separate the wheat from the chaff. If you’re a good writer and have a great book you should be able to get a publishing contract.

If traditional publishers “separate the wheat from the chaff,” how does one explain Fifty Shades of Gray or Twilight (my apologies to fans of James and Meyer)? What about books supposedly written by Snooki or Paris Hilton? If you’re a good writer, you hope you’ll land a publishing contract. What Mr. Thor seems to ignore, however, is that a publishing contract in no way guarantees success. You could have your book released by a major publishing house, only to face the frustration of seeing said publisher do nothing to promote or market the work. I spent three years working on one book only to see it come out in a blaze of obscurity: zero publicity and miserable distribution. It was a shattering experience. Yes, it was released in hardcover by a major publisher. And while I did everything I could to get the word out, one can only do so much.

Thor and Grafton must be oblivious to the fact that they’re the exception—not the rule. They’ve achieved a level of success most struggling authors will never attain. It seems contemptuous to verbally smack around authors who are simply trying to get their work into the hands of readers. Now, yes, I agree there’s a lot of crap that’s self-published. But there’s a lot of crap that’s been released through traditional publishing houses, too. In the end, it should be for readers to decide what’s good or bad. One reader’s James Patterson is another’s Raymond Chandler.

I’ve had six non-fiction books released thus far by major publishers in the United States and Britain, and am considering self-publishing. I don’t believe that makes me a “wannabe.” I don’t believe talented authors who’ve been unable to land publishing contracts and decide to self-publish are “wannabes,” either. They’re just as passionate about what they do as Grafton or Thor. I’ll even venture to say some are just as—if not more—talented.

What I’m working on now . . .

In Writing on November 5, 2012 at 9:33 am

On the morning of February 14, 1945, a seventy-four-year-old farm laborer named Charles Walton left his thatched-roof cottage in the English village of Lower Quinton and went to work in the nearby fields, cutting hedges for a local farmer. When he didn’t return home by sunset, his niece—Edith—got worried and went searching for him. It was a cold, misty night. Accompanied by a neighbor and the farmer who employed Walton, Edith went looking in the fields where her uncle worked. In the far corner of one meadow, the light from their torches fell on a horrible site. There lay poor Charles, pinned to the ground with his pitchfork, which had been plunged through his face. The slashing hook he used to trim the hedges was buried in his throat.

The local constabulary was ill-equipped to handle a case of such magnitude and requested assistance from Scotland Yard’s Murder Squad. The Yard sent their most famous manhunter, Detective-Superintendent Robert Fabian—known nationally through his policing exploits as “Fabian of the Yard.” In 1940s Britain, Fabian was almost a celebrity, having cracked some of the country’s most high-profile cases. How hard would it be to track down a killer in a village of 493 people?

In the event, the Lower Quinton murder would prove to be one case Fabian couldn’t solve. The crime remains an open homicide in the files of the Warwickshire Constabulary. The murder is considered by many to be the last ritual witchcraft killing in Britain. It’s claimed by some that Walton was a witch slain because of various activities tied to black magic. Others believe he was simply the unfortunate victim of an exceedingly brutal killer. The book I’m currently working, The Case That Foiled Fabian, to be released in 2014 by UK publisher The History Press, will examine Walton’s murder and the various theories that continue to swirl around it. I’m 45,000 words in and hope to have the first draft done by the end of January. It’s due at the publisher on May 1.

I’ve been so busy with researching and writing, I’ve had little time to update my blog. My apologies—but at least I have a somewhat decent reason for my lazy blogging habits as of late. As I move closer to the finish line, I’ll post more details on the book. I’ll be in England over Christmas and will be venturing to Lower Quinton to conduct a bit more research (I did some there this past February). Through Scotland Yard case files and an old photograph I found, I’ve located the actual field and the spot where Walton died, so I plan on snapping a few pictures.

Apparently, the villagers are awfully sensitive when it comes to the crime. I have to be honest and say I don’t know why. If it was a recent event, I’d certainly understand—but it happened nearly sixty years ago. You don’t see people in London’s East End still bent out of shape over Jack the Ripper—nor do you see San Francisco residents still up in arms over the Zodiac killer. Oh, well. Stay tuned for more details!

Writing and dark magic

In Writing on August 23, 2012 at 11:08 am

As the publication date for Human Game approaches, I’m keeping my mind distracted by working on my next project. I’m roughly 20,000 words in and hoping to hit the 30,000-word mark by the end of September. I don’t write as fast as I used to. With a 17-month-old son, it’s also harder for me to stay at my computer for long periods of time. He’s at the age where he enjoys being chased around the house, which is a lot of fun for me—and helps me burn a few calories in the process.

I told myself going into this current project that I wasn’t going to be a stickler with the writing schedule. Thus far, writing only when I feel like it has made the process all the more enjoyable. I don’t feel obligated to produce and don’t feel disappointed if I have an unproductive day. On days when the words are flowing, I limit myself to a 500-word maximum. It’s always better to finish a day’s writing when you know what you want to put down on the page the next day.

There’s another reason for my more relaxed approach. I enjoy knowing that I have a project to work on. Whenever I finish a book, there is—naturally—a great sense of relief, but that soon gives way to fear that no new ideas will materialize. By taking my time, I can draw out the writing process and delay the inevitable panic that will set in when I’m done. All that said, this current book is proving a joy to write. It entails some strange research on my part. Among the books I’ve had to consult thus far are:

    The Devil’s Dominion: The Complete Story of Hell and Satanism in the Modern World

    Man, Myth, and Magic: An Illustrated Encyclopedia of the Supernatural: Volumes 1 and 2

    At the Heart of Darkness: Witchcraft, Black Magic and Satanism Today

    The Occult: A History.

Anyone who walks into my home office and sees such reading material spread about might think I’m trying to master the dark arts. My interest in such a subject is purely professional—but if I learn how to put curses on those who annoy me, then I’ll consider that an added benefit!

In the meantime, I was recently contacted by a fact checker at Wired for the write up they’re doing on Human Game in the October issue. I have no idea the length of the article, but judging from the number of questions I was asked and the depth of detail they wanted, I’m hoping the article is rather substantial—and kind towards the book! I’m very thankful for the publicity!

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