UPDATE: The comments section for this post is FAR more interesting than the post itself. I’m grateful for all those who’ve stopped by to comment. I’m learning a lot from it, and what I’m learning makes me even more eager to see someone from The Human Wave get out there in front and tell the rest of the world what they do and how they do it. Because honest-to-god, folks, the rest of us DO. NOT. KNOW.
UPDATE #2: Kate Paulk has taken my challenge and made a first stab at a “here’s what we do” piece. Read it here.
. . . because I said that I rarely write about writerly stuff. But, damn! Again: from my point of view as a historian, these are exciting times. VERY exciting. So this is more the historian speaking than the author.
A bit of background: as I noted in a blog entry a few days back, publishing is in total disarray at the moment thanks primarily to the power of the digital. Thanks to that, it’s now possible to publish a book without the middlemen who have long held sway.
This isn’t a bad thing, and as I also said here, I wrestle every. single. day. with what to do with my own work. (That was the point of my original post about this: When your work consists of 85 to 90 percent research, and only 10 or 15 percent “writing,” it ain’t easy to give up the subsidy that traditional publishing offers.) (*1)
No one knows how the disarray will shake out because that’s how “history” works: We don’t know the end until the end gets here. (Unless you’re a writer of historical fiction, in which case you can make things turn out any way you please, lucky you!
The ramifications of the “new” publishing are being felt by everyone in the business, as evidenced by this absolutely bizarro article in the New York Times a few days ago. That in turn prompted this response from a group blog I’d never heard of but somehow stumbled across in pursuit of who-knows-what, and there I found a link to this thoughtful commentary on the nature of “writing.”
But I digress from my main point, which is this: My original post about publishing generated, um, a response. (Not one I expected. I assumed no one would read it.) The response was, well, interesting, not least of which was this.
That got me thinking. Yesterday when I was walking, I contemplated the snarkitude of the response and thought “Wow. This is what a revolution feels like!”
This kind of rage is what, for example, the rich of Moscow likely felt as rebellion gained power and heft in 1916 and 1917. This is what ruling classes feel when the fury of the “oppressed” takes form and turns into outright revolution. (Not, I hasten to add, that I’m either rich or a member of the “ruling classes.” Rather, my point is that the self-publishing crowd regards people like me as elitist and they wanna see me suffer.)
But then today, I was out walking (again; yeah, like most walkers/runners/swimmers — I do all three — my best ideas come when I’m in motion) and I thought “Well, okay. This is definitely what a revolution would feel like. Except — they’ve already won!”
The self-publishers have won both the battle and the war. They’ve won. The spoils are theirs. They’re making money. They call the shots. They’re building audiences and did I mention they earning money from their work?
And no, I’m not being snarky. They’ve won. I’m the loser, as is anyone else who still clings to traditional publishing. (Which is why I a great deal of time pondering how and when I should move to The Other Side.)
So here’s my question: Why are the winners so angry? I only follow one blog devoted to self-publishing, and its proprietor is a mostly mild-mannered guy; full of snark and condescension toward us losers (which, again, seems normal to me), but through his blog, I’ve landed at plenty of other self-publishers’ blogs, and man! These people are ANGRY. (*2)
Is this normal human behavior when the oppressed finally gain power? They lash out at their former oppressors? (Again, I’m hardly an oppressor. I’m a mild-mannered, middle-aged historian. But in their eyes, I’m an elitist, whiney jerk with an overly developed sense of entitlement.) (*3)
So please: someone ‘splain this to me, because I don’t get it. And I swear this is my last take on writers’ crap for awhile. It IS fascinating to me, but it’s not something I can take a lot of time to ponder because, well, I’ve got to ponder equally historical shifts in the American food system and, hey, a girl’s only got so many hours in the day.
*1: I’ve thought about this often enough that I’m daunted by the prospect. Should I opt for self-publishing, I’d have to get a job, obviously. The only thing I know how to do other than “history” is waiting tables. So I could do that and then use my off-time to research. By my calculation, and under those circumstances, the kinds of books I write would take 10 to 15 years to complete, and that includes giving up any other kind of leisure activity. (Bye-bye, husband!) (*1.1)
*1.1: The self-publishers scoff at such calculations. According to them, people like me simply don’t work hard enough. I think what’s really going on is that they simply don’t know what historians do, and for that, as I’ve said on many occasions, I blame the historical profession for its unwillingness to engage with the public.
*2: I inadvertently got a load of that contempt/condescension/rage myself a few days ago. And again: I get why the self-publishers are smug about their success. I would be, too! But angry? What the hell are they ANGRY about? They’ve won! They should be happy, not angry.
*3: I must say: that’s the other weird thing about the response from the self-pubbers who responded to my blog entry: They somehow got that idea that I believe I’m entitled to some kind of public subsidy. To which I say: Huh? I’m not asking taxpayers to fund my work (something many, many writers do, I might add). My arrangement with my publishers is entirely legal and private and takes nothing from anyone’s pocket.