Showing posts with label marketing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marketing. Show all posts

Friday, July 14, 2017

Soapy Sales

     Balph Eubank had joined the group around Dr. Pritchett, and was saying sullenly, “...no, you cannot expect people to understand the higher reaches of philosophy. Culture should be taken out of the hands of the dollar-chasers. We need a national subsidy for literature. It is disgraceful that artists are treated like peddlers and that art works have to be sold like soap.”
     “You mean, your complaint is that they don’t sell like soap?” asked Francisco d’Anconia.

     [Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged]

     This fine morning, Sarah Hoyt has an impassioned article at PJ Media about the offensive campaign by left-wing writers, critics, and publishers of fantasy and science fiction to denigrate – indeed, to delegitimize – older writers and older works in those genres that have remained popular. Here’s Sarah’s counterpunch – and she lands it right on the point of their collective chin:

     If the art is so great, how come no one is buying it? Besides the artist who is spending way too much time with absinthe and way too little time with quill and paper, or brushes and canvas, that is?

     Oh. I see. Because the general public is too stupid to appreciate the greatness of the artist. Because the artist is “ahead” of the public.

     The “artist ahead of the public” conceit has been used to rationalize just about every failure by a critically praised “artist,” regardless of his field, to make it big with the consuming public.

     The leftists’ sotto voce complaint, of course, is that despite their dominance of the heavily politicized Hugo and Nebula Awards, their books don’t sell. But why don’t they sell? They’re award winners, aren’t they? The “critics” praise them, while simultaneously casting aspersions on the “primitive forebears” of their genres. All the “best people” approve and applaud them. So why are their sales weak?

     Now, now, let’s not always see the same hands!


     I think it was Robert Ringer who said that all commercial activity of any sort requires salesmanship, and therefore, that proficiency in salesmanship is the sine qua non of commercial success. The sale of fiction is not an exception; it merely appears to be one because of the “gatekeeper” phenomenon.

     In the simplest terms, a “gatekeeper” is one who stands between the vendor and the purchaser, and who has a deciding role in determining whether the vendor’s product will reach the purchaser. In the pre-Internet era, commercial publishing houses were gatekeepers for fiction: unless the writer was willing to go to a subsidy house, he had no way to present his books to potential purchasers without the willing collaboration of a publishing house. As the publication of hard-copy fiction is a chancy business, there were never many publishing houses, and therefore not a lot of books were published each year.

     It’s possible to feel a certain sympathy for the editorial staffs of publishing houses – I call them, collectively, Pub World – while nevertheless feeling frustrated by their narrowness of vision and angered by their “progressive” impositions upon writers. Pub World editors appear to labor under the delusion that only left-wing obsessives purchase fiction, and therefore, that only fiction that expresses left-wing political sentiments should pass their scrutiny. Indeed, some writers who’ve succeeded in winning the acceptance of Pub World have subsequently lost their publishers’ favor by introducing a conservative motif in an otherwise politically indifferent story; consider Nick Cole’s travails in this regard as an archetype.

     Are there exceptions? Well, there’s Baen Books. I’ve been straining to think of another. I can’t come up with one.

     I must emphasize this strongly: A gatekeeper is not a censor. A censor has the power of the State at his back; the State’s armed agents will enforce his decisions about who may and who may not publish. However, a gatekeeper can accomplish much the same end as a censor...unless a route around him can be contrived.

     What the gatekeeper cannot do is compel readers to purchase the works the gatekeeper has offered them.


     The independent writers’ community – indies, for short – has experienced explosive growth these past few years. Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and other electronic distribution outlets are ever more heavily populated by fiction that Pub World will not offer us. Granted that the overwhelming majority of indie novels and stories are pretty poor...in many cases, multidimensionally poor. Traditionally, Pub World’s gatekeepers prevented poorly conceived, poorly written, and poorly edited or proofread books from being offered for sale, though in these latter years that guarantee has expired. With indie fiction, there is no guarantee; the purchaser is on his own.

     With so many indies importuning the public, and with so much poorly conceived, poorly written, and poorly edited or proofread garbage among their offerings, “big successes” among them will be uncommon. However, the indies have some advantages over Pub World:

  • Low price;
  • Diversity of viewpoint;
  • The willingness to experiment.

     These don’t completely offset Pub World’s advantages of “the mark of quality” and its intimate relations with traditional retail outlets. However, as brick-and-mortar book retailing shrinks and ever more readers turn to eBooks, indies’ edges have helped them collectively to eclipse Pub World in aggregate sales.

     In short, indies are practicing better salesmanship than Pub World. They’re offering more readers something close to what those readers seek to purchase – again, collectively. And it’s sending Pub World and its favored writers into the Slough of Despond.


     Needless to say, I “have a dog in this fight,” being an indie writer myself. However, for analytical purposes I’ve tried to view the field disinterestedly. In doing so, what’s come to mind is the old marketers’ mantra:

Differentiate the product!

     Should Pub World’s offerings become even more homogenized, they would appeal to a more narrowly defined taste, and therefore to an ever narrower slice of the reading public. Readers hungry for something different would peel away from that pack. Indeed, this trend is already in progress. The indies are the beneficiaries.

     With apologies to Ayn Rand, the comparison to soap sales is inexact. Soap is more of a necessity than fiction, at least here in the United States. However, prosperity and a taste for novelty have had their effects on soap marketing just as they have on fiction. Note the explosive variegation in soaps, particularly shower soaps, these past two or three decades. It’s possible that the “old names,” such as Ivory and Dove, still outsell any particular varietal...but the varietals, collectively, outsell the “old names” by a considerable margin.

     From here, it would be all too easy to slip into a discussion of wine and the explosive recent expansion of New York’s wine industry, but the sun’s not yet over the yardarm here on eastern Long Island. Besides, I have a novel to finish.

Monday, June 3, 2013

To Indie Writers: A Big Don't

Often, when I have a few moments of free time, I'll cruise over to SmashWords to scout out new offerings to read and possibly review. I read a great deal -- it's my foremost pleasure -- and I feel a duty to assist other independent writers in whatever way I can. Reading and reviewing their works is the method I prefer, as it serves both my need for diversions and theirs for feedback on their efforts.

But there are fatal mistakes to be avoided if you want me to read your stuff. Some of those mistakes should be obvious. If you make it plain that you hate America, or freedom, or capitalism, or Christianity, I'll have nothing to do with you. You're too obviously severely defective to be worth my precious time and energy. But alongside those, there's another big "don't" that seems not to be apparent enough to some indie writers:

Don't Praise Your Own Stuff!

There is never, ever a justification for that, no matter how proud you may be of your story, your talents as a writer, or anything else!

So when I run across a promotional blurb like this one:

After the destruction of their planet, three men find a future in a nearby star system full of danger and surprises. The last thing that Jason expected was to fall in love. Everything seamed to be going fine until an old threat reappears to put everyone's lives in chaos. The sacrifice is a Science fiction romantic comedy that will have you laughing one minute and then crying the next.

...I mutter "The period belongs after the word 'comedy'" and pass on. Similarly:

In this snowy city there is a man from another place, another world. In the city there lives a boy and his mother. The man is duty-bound to perform the task set before him, but he finds himself at a crossroads. This is a story about making a choice. This is a story about love, and what people might do in its name.

...the author has told us too little about the meat of his story and too much about what he expects the reader to "get" from it. Solly, Cholly: no sale. And though I have a certain sympathy for the difficulties involved in promoting an anthology, a blurb such as this:

Featuring some of the best science fiction and fantasy being published by the small presses, this issue marks the first issue released by Nomadic Delirium Press. In this issue, you'll find fiction from Robert Hansen, Milo James Fowler, and Kellee Kranendonk. You'll also find poetry from John Grey, Shelly Bryant, Leonard Roller, and WC Roberts.

...leaves me equally cold. But none of the above challenge the nadir of self-congratulating blurbs:

A novel of improbable proportions, 'Dancing the River Lightly' takes you on a nonstop ride through the magical world of the Pacific Northwest, where dreams unfold, friendships are forged, and lives are changed forever.

...which I first encountered in 2011, so perhaps indie writers are refining their promotional skills, albeit slowly.

Don't, don't, DON'T praise your own work! It's beneath amateurish. It makes you look arrogant, which is the death knell for a writer who wants to be taken seriously. At the very least, it will cost you readership and revenue -- and if those things don't matter to you, why are you doing this?

Praise should always come from others, whether in the form of positive reviews or the sort of promo quotes from other writers that traditionally-published writers include on their back covers and flyleaves. That sort of praise allows you to retain the mantle of modesty: to represent that what you really want is the approval of your prospective readers. All else is folly, and costly folly at that.

BEWARE!