There’s a truism in academic publishing (how many of these are actually falsisms!) that a book reaches its sales potential in three years. After that, the received wisdom says, a sale here or there may occur, but the book has reached the end of its commercial life. One of the problems with this is that sometimes a topic will experience a resurgence, or, perhaps, pick up for the first time. Some publishers raise their back list prices every year, making those late sales nearly impossible. McFarland, however, seems to understand that if you lower prices after the front list sales, a book may live on. I received a royalty statement for Holy Horror this week. I’m used to sales being low but I was surprised to see that the lifetime total is now up to 246 copies. Still no bestseller, but more than it was six months ago. Many of those sales have been in the past year, six years after publication. I was chuffed.
Academic publishers who price books at around $100 and keep them at that level are killing those books. Nightmares with the Bible is so priced (and the publisher has no taste for paperbacks), meaning that it has sold less than 100 copies. Surprised? I’m not. Academic pricing models are terribly outdated but the extra revenue from hardcovers priced beyond the reach of the interested reader is just too enticing to leave behind. Libraries are the main market, in their mind. Libraries, however, are in the crosshairs. The Make America Dumb Again crowd is even slashing our copyright library—the Library of Congress—where a copy of each book published in America is kept. Who else will be left to buy expensive books?
Speaking of libraries, I have an embarrassing confession to make. I’ve seen (but not been in) the largest library in the United Kingdom, the Bodleian. The Bodleian is the main library of Oxford University. I’ve been to Oxford a few times but I don’t know the city well. The embarrassing confession is that I realized I’d seen the Bodleian only by reading a novel that stated Blackwells, the bookstore, is just across the street. I know right where Blackwells is, of course, and have been there a time or two. There’s a kind of irony in that I learned a truth about the world by reading a novel about a place I’d been. I spend more time in bookstores than libraries these days, but since I make purchases I like to think I’m supporting the growth of knowledge, in my own small way. And I write books, which, pleasingly, still sell a few copies in a year even when they’re old.














