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Wednesday 5 April 2006 is publication day for my latest novel: How and why Lisa's Dad got to be famous.
If you've been paying attention to the book world in general, you will know that the perceived wisdom these days is that a publisher should begin banging the drum for a book several months in advance of publication. After all, on this very blog you may have read reviews of books well before the publication date: Michael Cunningham's Specimen Days is a case in point, and Dara Horn's The World to Come is another. Why then, have I never (well, hardly ever) mentioned my own new book until just before its publication date?
Several reasons. First, it was fun to write (which is why I did it). But it wasn't much fun to publish it, even though I'm using my own company, Kingsfield Publications; that was just work. And it is, frankly, no fun at all to have to market the damn thing and try to arouse some interest in it.
Still, an effort has to be made. It would be silly, really, to go to the trouble of writing a book and then to make no effort at all to find readers. Of course, we both know, you and I, that there is no such thing as a book that everyone will enjoy. Never has been, never will be. But if you don't even know that a book exists, then there is zero chance of you making a judgement as to whether you might enjoy reading it. Hence, I do at least need to go through the motions of making people aware that the book is available, in the faint hope that a modest percentage might, just possibly, perhaps, maybe, find it to their taste.
So. Here goes.
How and why Lisa's Dad got to be famous is my twelfth (published) novel. And it's about a man called Harry.
Harry is a divorced man who has not been able to see his daughter Lisa since she was five years old. But Harry still loves Lisa more than anyone else in the world; and he worries about her future because she was born without a left foot. When Harry is offered the chance to win a million pounds for Lisa, by taking part in a reality TV show, he immediately accepts. All he has to do is find a woman who is willing to risk her life for him -- and he has just three months to do it.
And, if that hasn't put you off entirely, here's a brief account of what I'm going to do.
Beginning on Monday, I'm going to serialise the book on this blog. Yes, I realise that you may groan. But you don't have to read it. It's not compulsory. There will be lots of other stuff on the blog as well. But every day for the next, what, five or six weeks probably, there will be a daily excerpt. There may even be a handful of people who will read the book that way, one day at a time. But, more to the point perhaps, there will be visitors to this blog who pop in just the once over that five or six weeks, and they will at least realise that the book exists, and will have the opportunity to download a free pdf version of it if they want one.
Ah yes. The free pdf. I am making a pdf file of the entire book available free. All you have to do is click on this link, and follow the instructions. No strings attached.
Isn't this depriving myself of sales, I hear someone ask. Well, possibly. But you will not be left without links to Amazon.co.uk, and Amazon.com, where you can buy an amazingly cheap paperback copy if you wish. What is more, it is much more likely, in my opinion, that the availability of a free pdf copy will arouse interest, help to spread the word of the book's existence, and generally act as a marketing aid rather than do damage to the book's prospects.
If, for one reason or another, you are in my email address book, you may also find that I send you a note about the book in the next week or two, inviting you to read it, review it, draw it to your friends' attention, and all like that.
And here, to begin the drum-banging, is an interview with the author.
Interview with the Author
How old are you?
Sixty-six.
How many novels have you written?
Twelve. The first one was published in 1963.
So, if you’ve been at it for forty years, and if How and why Lisa’s Dad got to be famous is your twelfth book, how come you’re not rich and famous?
Well, some people would say it’s lack of talent. I don’t think so myself, obviously. I put it down to the fact that I don’t like doing the same thing over and over again.
Explain.
If you want to be taken seriously these days, you have to write a series of books in more or less the same style, like Jilly Cooper or James Patterson. In the 1970s I wrote three whodunits featuring a detective called Ben Spence. These were quite well reviewed and sold tolerably well. They were published in the UK, the USA, and a couple of other countries. So the smart thing to do would have been to go on writing more of that series. If I’d done that I might, just possibly, have achieved the same degree of success as Colin Dexter, with the Morse books, or Reginald Hill with Dalziel and Pascoe. But I got bored with writing whodunits and did other things instead.
Such as?
I’ve written more or less every kind of book, under several different names. My first novel could reasonably be described as literary. I’ve written whodunits, thrillers, a family saga – even one book which might be called a romance. Some of my short stories also qualify as science fiction and fantasy.
How did How and why Lisa’s Dad got to be famous come to be written?
Good question. In the autumn of 2004 I was ill in bed for a week, running a temperature. During that time I had a very vivid dream, in which the basic plot of the book came to me ready made, so to speak.
And did you start work at once?
Not immediately, no. When I first thought of the idea, I decided, as authors often do, that it was an absolutely brilliant story which would undoubtedly become a bestseller.
So why didn’t you get on with it?
Because I’ve noticed over the years that writers often come up with an idea for a book which they are quite convinced is going to be an enormous commercial success and will win the Booker prize as well. But I’ve learnt enough about writing and publishing to be sure that such ideas are invariably nonsense. So I held off.
But you did write it eventually.
Oh yes. Over the next few months I found that the idea never quite went away. So I did a detailed plan of the book, as I always do, and then I decided that it would be fun to write it.
What do you think of it now that it’s finished?
I’m quite happy with it. There’s no such thing as a novel that everyone enjoys, and some people aren’t going to like this one. But sometimes readers are surprisingly keen on something that you yourself think isn’t all that good. So I am quite happy for this book to go out into the world and see what people make of it. I think it will give some harmless entertainment to a fair number of people.
How would you categorise the book?
I would describe it as commercial fiction which doesn’t fall neatly into any of the obvious genres. It’s mainstream fiction.
What are you going to do next?
Most of my time and energy these days seems to be spent on my blog (the Grumpy Old Bookman). I have a number of ideas for non-fiction books, but at the moment I’m not planning another novel. I would like to write some more short stories, because they are enormous fun.
Why are they fun?
Because you have absolute freedom to write about anything under the sun. And that’s what I value.
For the last few years you’ve been publishing your work through your own small press, Kingsfield Publications. Why is that?
Originally it seemed to be a matter of necessity. Between 1963 and 1985 I wrote half a dozen novels which were published by major firms, both here and in the USA. But then between about 1985 and 1995 I didn’t write any fiction at all because I was too busy with my main job. And then when I started to write again, after retirement, I found that my agent wasn’t able to interest a publisher in a writer of my age. Especially one who couldn’t seem to settle on writing one kind of book. So I could see no alternative to being my own publisher. However, once I got into the independent publishing business I found that it had enormous advantages.
Such as?
You regain control over your own material and over your own fate. If you work through an agent and a leading trade publisher, you have to pay attention to what they say. And they usually want you to change things. And they mess around with your punctuation, and put a cover on the book that you don’t like. All that kind of thing. Which is all very well up to a point, and I recognise that professionals generally offer valuable advice – but I prefer to do things my way. When I publish a book of my own I can get it out in half the time of a professional publisher. I can choose what size of book it is to be, decide on the typeface to use, and design the layout of the page. I can even design my own cover. That’s a very satisfying process.
But presumably you can’t sell as many copies through Kingsfield Publications as you could through a big publisher?
No, I can’t. But then I never sold huge numbers of books anyway.
So, to sum up, you prefer to publish your own work, and have complete control over it, even though you sell fewer copies and make very little money.
Exactly.
This interview was conducted on a computer keyboard, in Bradford on Avon, Wiltshire, on 21 November 2005.
Friday, March 31, 2006
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16 comments:
Seems like a bold move - I'm intrigued now to find out whether your freebie tactics work...
I have a self-published novel available, and while there have been excerpts posted here and there on the net, I have stopped well short of making the whole thing freely available. I can see your reasons for doing it though, and as I said, look forward to hearing how successful it all was. :)
Naturally, one wants to be paid for his work. But what is payment, especially if you are not dependent on it, but a measure of readership? The desired end is to be read.
Thanks for that, Michael. I've saved the 206 pages of How and why Lisa's Dad got to be famous to my hard drive and look forward to reading it.
As a writer of a certain age, I identify like mad with many of your experiences, though I am nowhere as knowledgeable or experienced in publishing.
This morning you inspired me to make available for free my new book of short stories .
I am one of those people who actually like reading from a computer screen (it's an age thing with my vision) and I thank you again for making your novel available. As always, Michael, more power to you.
I look forward to reading the serialized version here on your blog. Thanks for sharing your book.
How and why Lisa’s Dad got to be famous by Michael Allen (Grumpy Old Bookman).
A near futuristic look at where "Reality T.V." shows may be headed and a fathers unique, offbeat and oft times serious endeavor to overcome many obstacles to provide for his physically disabled child.
Michael Allen writes with a humorous flare about the “reality” mentality and his story whips you along into a world that for now is entirely his making. A show like this would not likely be shown in the “censored States of America” unless it was on the Playboy channel but that doesn’t stop Allen from drawing you in and sharing his characters experiences on and about a mythical British reality show.
Allen’s topic includes some very serious considerations about sex, morality, greed and culture.
I found it entertaining, original and a thoroughly captivating read, although for some parts I felt like a voyeur, which I think, is Allen’s intent.
Recommended - Steve Clackson author of Sand Storm
Steve (SAND STORM), why don't you enter that review for Bill Liversidge's Blookreader Awards over at View From the Pundy House? Closing date is today.
Your approach will always be a success--you set a great standard.
I am continually impressed with, and inspired by, your wisdom GOB. A thousand congratulations on your book. I'll be reading it ... and watching the upcoming movie ;)
Congratulations! I have downloaded your book and will print it out as soon as I can face the task. The trouble with my printer is that after a few minutes hard labour it starts gathering up four and five pages at a time and scattering them around the room.
Your interviewer was kind – as was your publisher. If I didn't know better, I'd suspect some form of three-way collusion – an offence that in Afghanistan would be subject to the death penalty.
Following your publication the other day of my "sad tale" concerning The Beginning of the End (my memoir of childhood and young manhood in Belfast), I got in touch with John Barlow, the author of "Intoxicated."
You had said he was a fine, gifted writer, but might benefit, in sales terms, from reining in the wilder aspects of his imagination
Now he seems to have taken your advice to heart and is looking at a new novel with a more conventional theme and cast of characters. Good luck to him, I say. He deserves a break.
In the meantime, I append a new review of my book which has done much to lift my spirits this morning. More power to the blog, and God bless us every one.
Diary of a Somebody from the North . . .
Irish Independent; Apr 01, 2006
The Beginning of the End By Walter Ellis, Mainstream, rrp£9.99 (but less on Amazon)
Maurice Hayes
Walter Ellis tends to present his self-deprecating memoir as the diary of a Nobody - but a man who has been squelched by Janet Street Porter for not having lunched at The Ivy (not even knowing where it is) is surely a Somebody of sorts, not the usual run-of-the-mill nonentity. This book describes a journalistic career of some distinction after an unremarkable childhood in lower-middle class protestant East Belfast. This is an area and a community that has not often found its voice.
David Park has written sensitively about it in Swallowing the Sun, and so too has Van Morrison in his own way, but even in Ellis's account it is a closed society, socially stratified, with little contact with Catholics. This is not the East Belfast of Sam Thompson, nor yet of Forest Reid or CS Lewis, squeezed between the shipyards and the solicitors, clinging on to the rock of certainty in face of the changes that assail and threaten to engulf them.
All this is recounted with a slight curl of the lip - not always pleasant reading for former schoolmates, teachers or numerous girlfriends encountered in an early life of shiftless indecision and rebelliousness. He was, however, lucky in his parents and a family circle of some eccentricity.
His father, a tea-traveller and later a successful shopkeeper, had the unusual capacity to support both Vanguard and Alliance, to back the Ulster Workers' strike and to lunch twice weekly with a prominent priest.
Walter, having failed the 11-plus, missed out on grammar school. However, he goes some way to disproving his own thesis that happy childhoods do not make good copy.
He had the good fortune of attending the most progressive of the secondary schools, something which he did not then, and perhaps yet, always recognise. Orangefield, with an enlightened headmaster in John Malone, did try to be really comprehensive and, although he did not hit it off with the Head, the young Walter was lucky enough to encounter a couple of gifted teachers who
opened him up to drama and literature.
What gives the memoir muscle is the pervading presence of its anti-hero, the dominating, devious, bullying and treacherous presence of one Ronnie Bunting. He was a distant cousin who pushed Ellis into rebellion and ultimate expulsion while retaining enough grip on the school establishment to secure his own place at university.
The career of Bunting, the son of one of Paisley's early disciples, from school-bully through civil rights and Marxism to murderous leader of an extreme republican splinter group is well told and gives body to the book.
Bunting (here given responsibility for the murder of Airey Neave) found cover for his own psychopathic tendencies. Like most dedicated revolutionaries, he was prepared to lie and cheat and use his friends ruthlessly , including Ellis' generous and unsuspecting mother, and Ellis
himself, until he broke free. Like many of those who live by the sword, he was to die by it.
This book recalls a life in journalism, and most vividly the reporting of the war in Ulster in the early 1970s, and the journalistic lions who cut their teeth there - Robert Fisk, Simon Hoggart, Fergal Keane, Conor O'Clery, Fergus Pyle and, like a shooting-star, Henry Kelly. Many of his current readers will be amused to find Bruce Anderson as a protesting student on the
Burntollet march, opposed with violence orchestrated by Bunting's father,
the Mad Major.
This is a beautifully written and personalised memoir of a period of crisis in Northern Ireland. Walter Ellis (now living in New York, where he contributes to a variety of publications and from where he writes a Saturday column for the Belfast Telegraph) met his own recurring personal crises with courage and stoicism, and survived to tell an interesting tale. Perhaps the wider community of East Belfast will do so too.
Maybe this sensitive, and not uncritical, account will help a wider audience to appreciate their fears and aspirations, and the challenge which political and demographic change presents to them.
Senator Maurice Hayes is a former Ombudsman in the North
Grumpy,
Unselfishness and generocity are qualities rare in writers: We are all selfish bastards out of whose keyboards issue talk balloons, always saying ME ME ME.
That being said, and with respect for your many achievments, I wonder on this April Fool's day if you are ever going to get it.
A pro can instantly condense a voluminous title like "How and why Lisa's dad got to be famous" to "Lisa's Famous Dad" and a use of the copula verb "to be" in a title is just plain redundant.
It's probably a peculiarly English thing to back into headlines and stories, so many Clausewitzian clauses and unnecessary verbiage.
I wish "Lisa's Dad" well, but you know, theres English composition and then there's wrtitin'.
Maybe it's because I'm a North American. Dunno.
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.
Good luck anyway.
Ivan
Ivan, don't implicate North Americans. If you want to be a sphincter, just own up to it and be a sphincter. Nice wrtitin', by the way. Obviously, you're a pro.
I look forward to reading this - it sounds like an interesting plot - but I'm not sure about the title. Without going back to the link page, I can't even remember it, and that can't be a good sign, can it? To be honest, it's too long and plain. Did you run this by people before you chose it? Did they like it? Did you yourself have any doubts about it? I wonder what professional editors would say about it. There's always angst over a title - I know writers who email different titles off to 200 people and then ask them to vote. Good luck anyway ... I promise I won't judge the book by the title.
jta,
Most people, when they screw up, offer excuses. Teachers offer explanations. Typos bedevil me. They come up at about the time the word verification changes; can't lose the copy. Speed of the essence.
But thanks for the anatomical reference anyway. I probably needed that.
Just a tad too secure these days.
Ivan
Sorry, Ivan. Small beer, really, even your novel spelling of "generosity." It's just that the book is so good, and the title so perfect for it, that I thought your crit rather wrong-headed. The text itself is marvellously paced and economical. When you read it, you'll see. Again, if I was somewhat North American there, I'm sorry.
Virtue is its own reward. Heh. G.
Gerry knows what he's talking about. He a writer.
And GINNY GOOD a snappy title.
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