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Archive for 2010
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Monday, February 22nd, 2010Bona-fide Immortality!
Tuesday, February 16th, 2010Donate to my novel Hungry Rats and get your name listed in the acknowledgements: http://tiny.cc/hungryrats
Your name will be put in ink on paper to the perfect bound trade paperback novel which will sit on bookshelves from Archangelsk to Adamstown!
A Manifesto for Hungry Rats
Wednesday, February 10th, 2010WHY SELF-PUBLISH?
First, I want to address the elephant in the room. For many years, self-publication was considered a symptom of wealthy mediocrity. Not that there weren’t exceptions. Perhaps you’ve heard of Benjamin Franklin, Edgar Allan Poe, Gertrude Stein, Walt Whitman, Charles Dickens, and Mark Twain? All were self-published. However the conventional wisdom (and in many cases, the reality) has been that if you were self-published, it was because you just weren’t that good. Or else, why wouldn’t someone have published you?
TRADITIONAL-PRESSES TODAY
I don’t want to cry foul, but contexts are hugely important. The publishing industry is going through a period of contraction. Major presses are losing money much as the music industry has been for a decade. In large part, publishers have not been able to adapt rapidly enough to new technology. And while we live in an unusually conservative era for literature in general, an additional economic effect is that publishers tend to stick with what is “safe” and profitable: a range of nonfiction, memoirs, and childrens literature.
Typically, Hungry Rats would be more of an ideal match for the small presses that have supported avant-garde literature for the last hundred years. And yet, these presses are feeling the squeeze as well. Major retailers are less likely to stock titles pressed on a smaller scale, and some very famous presses (such as the venerable New Directions) have shifted their focus to works in translation.
Even where publication is possible, the results are not always great. One month ago, a published friend explained that her press had not supplied her with any promotional budget whatsoever; a typical problem for a small-press. Another friend found himself stuck with a mediocre cover and had no recourse because even the smallest presses typically contract with preferred cover designers and leave the writer out of negotiations. These situations are, unfortunately, more the norm than the exception.
The net effect of all of this is that it is a particularly bad time to seek to publish experimental work in an established marketplace.
SELF-PUBLICATION TODAY
But there’s room for a “glass half-full” argument. As traditional publishers have become less and less of a viable option, self-publication has become more reasonable.
For example, the standard offset printing process cost thousands of dollars and because the cost of printing was so great, a huge amount of money could be lost by over- or underestimating sales potential. This alone was reason enough to discourage most authors from self-publishing. New digital printing processes are able to print a books one-at-a-time, and while the profit per book is less, the decreased overhead and risk more than compensates on a smaller print run. As a result, self-publishing has increased as it is financially possible for more writers.
Also, the fact that traditional publishers have not responded to new technologies means that self-published authors have room to create a more innovative and imaginative promotional strategy than they could in collaboration with a publisher. For example, I have modeled my strategy for Hungry Rats on that of many bands I respect; a novel can be the site of and premise for artistic invention. We know this from famous books that have been made into movies, art, music, and spin-offs, but there is no reason that these initiatives cannot be executed on a smaller scale. In fact, Hungry Rats has already resulted in the recording of two songs: “The Hunger of the Rats” by Mr. Automatic and the “Hungry Rats Theme” by Elisabeth Blair.
MY OWN STORY
I have only considered self-publication as something of a last resort, and this decision caps off a three-year process of submission. In that time, I have called upon every publishing contact I have made in Chicago, New York, California, and Michigan, and I have submitted Hungry Rats to dozens of presses and literary agents. In many cases, it was dismissed peremptorily. Publication through a slush pile is unlikely under the very best of circumstances, and as I described, the market is going against me. Significantly, the more nuanced rejections noted the novel’s “niche-market” and “unconventionality” of the writing (as opposed to any lack of quality).
As time has gone on, self-publication has seemed more and more reasonable. For starters, I am convinced of the quality of the novel I am publishing. Hungry Rats has been thoroughly vetted. It has been revised six times since its initial draft in 2003, and the key fourth revision was executed at the New School under the scrutiny of a peer group and the guidance of Jeffery Renard Allen, author of the groundbreaking novel Rails Under My Back. Hungry Rats has received both conventional praise from readers and reviewers — one commenter said that it was “the best project of this sort I’ve ever seen” — as well endorsements specific to the stylized commentary and cynicism of noir: “it left me with a sense of palpable evil” and “I was profoundly disturbed.”
Additionally, I am now able to take advantage of a brilliant editor — Elisabeth Blair — and a wonderful designer — Sam Perkins-Harbin of Forge 22. I have to consider my resources equal to those of many small-presses, and the corresponding creative control is both liberating and intimidating.
It is not without reluctance that I pursue this route to publication, but it is also with a keen appreciation of the opportunities it offers. Writing is a risky career under the best of circumstances. Sometimes, the rewards will only respond to an increase in risk. Given the length of this novel’s arc the risk is reasonable.
A FINAL WORD
I came into the arts by what some might call a radical ideology. Not political radicalism, but artistic radicalism: a presumption of relevance. It started with theater: the Michigan Renaissance Festival taught a kind of sketch improv that built characters over months from the ground up, and Flint Youth Theatre was defiantly experimental despite common and mistaken assumptions about the lack of sophistication in a youth audience. In college, University Theater was almost entirely student run, allowing me to take risks and make mistakes that would not have been possible at most programs. And after I made the change to prose writing, the New School offered not only holistic engagement through workshops, seminars, and colloquia, but a broad approach to literary concentration and plenty of faculty debate and dissent.
In short, I have been taught to believe that the arts are not only a challenging and critically engaging field, but that they are rich and important to culture. That no healthy culture can exist without healthy arts.
Now I could have gone into law, or I could have gone into the social sciences, and these are very worthy and tangible ways to make a positive impact on the world. Today, more than thirteen years into a career in the arts, and having filled that time creating socially dynamic writing, I am straining to see a positive result — a positive difference — in the world as a result of how I have spent my time.
Hungry Rats is not the last stand, per se, but I do feel it is a reckoning for me personally that I should not underestimate. I am now at a major life juncture; my wife and I are expecting a child, and will probably be moving into a house in the next year or so. The amount of time I can sink into a career unwilling to yield results (or payment) is becoming something I cannot responsibly take for granted.
If Hungry Rats fails, then I will have to soberly assess my own talents and abilities, and whether this really is the best way to “leave the world a better place.” I will have to ask this question and proactively respond to the answer.
In short, this is my novel, and this is why I believe it has to be published. This is why I am publishing it this year, and why I am choosing to self-publish.
I have written this to answer the questions of potential donors and allies, but I realize that I have probably not answered all areas of concern. I hope, therefore, that you will contact me with any outstanding ideas, problems, opportunities, or questions.
Thank you for your continued support.
2009 IL Primary Elections – Blue Skies Falling Endorsements
Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010It’s very late in the day, and I’ve only recently gotten around to researching any of these candidates. That said, if you haven’t voted yet, and you’re interested in a pseudo-informed opinion, here’s who I’m going for this round.
GOVERNOR – PAT QUINN (D)
U.S. SENATE – DAVID HOFFMAN (D)
CONGRESS – IL 9TH DISTRICT – JAN SCHAKOWSKY (D)
COOK COUNTY PRESIDENT – TONI PRECKWINKLE (D)
METROPOLITAN WATER RECLAMATION DISTRICT – MARIYN SPYROPOULOUS (D), TODD CONNOR (D), KARI STEELE (D)
My most enthusiastic endorsement goes to Todd Connor, for his strident argument in favor of closing the Sanitary and Ship Canal to prevent the spread of Asian Carp into Lake Michigan. It seems that almost every politician I’m aware of has vocally supported keeping the locks open, a horrible choice to favor short-term expediency over long-term stability and fairness. The contention also illustrates one state’s ability (and nobody can doubt that Illinois is the most powerful state in the region) to blatantly disregard the interests of other states. In this, one of the most important of county offices, we need qualified candidates who are willing to act on principle, and Connor appears to have exemplified this in his response to the Asian Carp crisis.
It is interesting for me to note that all three of the Metropolitan Water Reclamation District candidates listed here were endorsed by the right-leaning Chicago Tribune Editorial Board as well as the environmentally-conscious Sierra Club. This level of concord among such different crowds suggests that these are extraordinarily qualified candidates.
My least enthusiastic endorsement goes to Pat Quinn for Governor. Both candidates ran attack ads of the variety that call the integrity and mission of their campaigns into serious question. There is no sugar-coating the vigor and virulence of political debate in Illinois, but the ads of both candidates completely occluded any discussion of their policy differences, which were, in many cases, little easier to disentangle from their public statements… at least from my point-of-view. I disagree with Pat Quinn on a variety of issues; he supports ease of recall elections, which is ironic given pledges to reduce the deficit, and Hynes makes a very well-reasoned argument that recalls are a gateway for special interests. However, I got a better sense of Quinn’s specific stance on many of the most important issues, and he seems to have a stronger focus on the hard-hit middle and lower-classes in the midst of recession. So: “I’ll punch the card for Quinn, or whatever.”
My primary protest vote of 2010 goes to David Hoffman for U.S. Senate. Our political machine has been infected with all sorts of nasty financial shenanigans, and Alexi Giannoulias seems to typify many of these. However, I would like to add that Hoffman represented himself well overall in Tribune interview.
Event:Pass Health-Care Reform Yesterday!
Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010I’ve been getting progressively more worked up each day the last few weeks and it finally spilled over into this letter I just wrote to my congresswoman and senators.
On consideration, I think the analogies here (trite as they seem) are worth sharing precisely because they are so very obvious and applicable. At any rate, I’m interested in your thoughts.
Dear Sen. Durbin, Sen. Burris, Congresswoman Schakowsky,
First, I appreciate your hard work and the good things you do. Please be aware of this.
Second, enough is enough.
Many in my family worked for GM for may decades, and I’ve had plenty of opportunities to reflect upon the failings of that company and the odd sort of insight that you only get from not being in the thick of a situation. Isn’t it strange that the executives who ostensibly knew more about their company than anyone else missed the most apparent signs of its downfall? There’s some horrible disadvantage to being on the inside; one misses the obvious wisdom that consumers stop buying cars from an unresponsive automaker unconcerned with quality and changing needs. Ironically, the people building the cars understood these liabilities far better than those running the company.
Today, I have had a grand opportunity to observe the same phenomenon in the slow and incremental death of health care reform.
Now everybody and their brother who supports you (and has been supporting your career for how many years now) knows that the Democrats’ odds of surviving in November improve if you pass this bill. We all know that your chances are better the sooner you pass it. You seem locked in this idea that the independents — that precious margin that determines so many elections — are going to freak out if you are seen as having too progressive an agenda, while you miss the reliable and fundamental fact that the independents are more drawn to things that work than they are to political ideologies of any stripe. And today’s half-passed bill does not “work” by any stretch of the imagination.
Conversely, the senate is too blithe in assuming that the liberal base that has funded and supported the last two election cycles is going to have anything other than fury and resentment with an agenda that seems to turn its back on most of the issues we care most about.
In this case, the analogies are simple and apt:
Roger Smith, CEO of GM thought his restructuring of GM without changing corporate culture or quality standards would save GM. He was wrong, and it was obvious to everyone on the street.
Jeff Zucker of NBC thought that preemptive shuffling around of late night personalities without consulting the hosts or the affiliates would help NBC. He was wrong and it was obvious, and it was obvious to everyone on the street.
Now Rahm Emmanuel is sidelining health care and it looks like Harry Reid is going along with that. Guess what: They’re wrong, and it’s obvious!
PASS HEALTH CARE REFORM!
Pass it yesterday.
The sooner you pass it, the sooner it will start saving lives, and the sooner you can start taking credit for the good work you’ve done in the face of stiff opposition.
If you do not pass it, I assure you, and not without great sadness and regret, this November will be a calamity.
Respectfully yours…
Hungry Rats Update: Sixth Revision
Friday, January 29th, 2010The sixth revision is completed.
Diary: Life these days, these times.
Thursday, January 14th, 2010It has been a long time since I’ve posted here, but of course, these “intermissions” are not unheard of in the history of Blue Skies Falling, and they have become lengthier and more frequent in the last few years. In the first few years that I kept this blog… basically from 2003-2005 and from 2005-2007, I posted a great variety of content with few interruptions. There was a long interruption in 2005, 2007, and a six-month break in 2008. There have been more breaks since then, and the current lapse is, I believe, about three months.
I enjoy blogging and given the current line of work I am doing, media consultation, it is not unhelpful to my career. But it is also very time-consuming, and with so many major life changes underway, I have to rank this a somewhat low priority.
That said, a lot of the damage has been in the sheer disarray of the last several months. From around Thanksgiving efforts for the 2009 Parliament of the World’s Religions in Melbourne, Australia kicked into high gear, and I didn’t really have time for anything else through mid-December.
After that had concluded, there was actually a lull that lasted for about a week, but I wasn’t going to spend it blogging. I was enjoying the fullness of a long and mild autumn giving way to a white and wet and gorgeous Chicago winter… I was reading books, watching movies, catching up with my friends. Dealing with very important preparations for not-so-future events. And getting ready to move. There was a trip for Russian food. There was a trip to see the Nutcracker. There was a Christmas tree which I bought and dragged home even though I had only gone out for a wreath. There were meetings and consultations with new clients (that’s right, now I have “clients” instead of “bosses”).
In the two or three days leading up to Christmas, I packed two years of frenetic and memory-drenched things (like the first season of Taxi) — I’ve been back in Chicago for almost as long as I lived in New York — so that when my parents arrived for a visit on Christmas day, the furniture was all rearranged and the boxes were stacked high. Early the next morning, the movers came and we absconded to the new place in glamorous Edgewater Beach.
The week between Christmas and New Years was completely consumed by moving. There was a lot of stuff to clean and take care of in the old place… the purple and blue and shamrock green and salmon pink walls had to be painted back to the same shade of dull bone white. By by the time New Years Eve rolled around (and after a particularly dizzy all-nighter), I was sleeping in very late, and the old place was locked for good.
New Years Eve and Day were a delight, surrounded by friends from Chicago (where I haven’t celebrated that day in years) and a good friend from Flint who made the trip down for the holiday. We celebrated from a loft in East Garfield Park with a spectacular view of the Skyline, but got home easily. The next day, we met with friends for brunch, a trip to the Garfield Park conservatory, and pizza and games. Two days later, a two day trip to Kentucky. Two days later, I had a hospital procedure that has knocked me somewhat out of commission for the last week. Although I did manage to make it down to Hyde Park last Saturday for a magnificent 16-hour marathon of the extended version of the Lord of the Rings movies.
It was worth it.
This isn’t just a prolonged excuse… or even mainly. I know the numbers show that not many people stop by here anymore, and it isn’t likely that any of these excuses for my hiatus will ever be read.
But I also think it is important to document times like these… the frantic, inescapable, mazey, insomniac times that (thankfully) only seem to crop up for a couple months once every year or two. The feelings that bubble to the top when you move around heavy and fundamental things deep down are, of course, a very peculiar sensation and they generally preserve the atmosphere of these times far into the future. But the actual steps involved… the craziness from one day to the next… this is also worth remembering.
It’s worth taking the time to write down for that reason alone.


