I’m still recovering.The Easton Book Festival was a fine example of liminal time.Ordinary time—the day-to-day, or “workaday” variety of time—may pay the bills but comes up short on meaning.Literary time is rare and sacred.No, there weren’t great crowds at my two sessions.In fact, the crowds were modest.More people showed up for my church presentation on Sunday morning than came to either of my more “secular” presentations.The festival, however, wasn’t about numbers.It was about the love of books.Much of the time those of us who love reading are perceived as “Poindexters” who deny the excitement of a life spent in sports and adventure.There’s no reason, however, that the two can’t get along.After all, authors write about adventure and sports as well as religion and philosophy.
As Halloween nears and November encroaches on the days of trees losing their leaves, I reflect on how my entire October was leading up to this.Half a year ago I was contacting libraries and bookstores about doing Holy Horror presentations in the autumn.Only the Moravian Book Shop and the Easton Book Festival took me up on my proposal, but they allowed me, as my wife expressed it, “to put myself out there.”To be part of the conversation.People are busy, I know.Still, I came away with the business cards of a few more successful writers, and I gave away a handful of bookmarks for my too-expensive tome.I was after conversation, not fame.
Although I met the director of the festival a couple of times, I don’t know the results.I do sincerely hope that another will be offered next year.Gatherings of the bookish are dicey affairs.I attended the banquet not knowing a soul, but left having learned of others nearby who practice the craft.Many had made that transition from workaday to writer.I learned that getting the pennies I do for my books is, really, an aberration of the academic publishing scheme.Most academics have good paying university jobs and don’t really need the cash.Book festivals are opportunities to learn, classrooms in everyday life.I met authors of topics more obscure than my own who’d earned healthy advances.This was liminal time indeed.I feel honored to have been included among those feted for putting their words out there for reading and possible rejection.Books are conversations, and in a world far too busy, book festivals are a source of truly significant discussions.Long may they continue!
Publishers these days are all yammering about being “digital first.”Now, I use technology when I write these days, despite the fact that I am coerced to shut down programs at 3:30 a.m., my writing time, because tech companies assume people are asleep then and that’s when upgrades happen.Still, even as an author of the modest academic sort I know the unequalled thrill of seeing that first printed copy of my book.Authors live for that moment.It’s our opiate.Publishers don’t understand that.Five years back or so I had a novel accepted for publication.(It never happened, but that’s a long story.)At one point the publisher changed its mind—post-contract!—and decided that my story would be only an ebook.They tried to make me feel better by saying they thought it would do well in that format.
Who wants to hold up a plastic device and say “Look what I wrote!”?It makes about as much sense as smoking a plastic device.No, writing is intended to lead to physical results.Even those of us who blog secretly hope that someday someone will say, “Hey, I want to publish your random thoughts as a book.”As long as it’ll be print, where do I sign?In some fields of human endeavor there are no physical signs that a difference has been made.Is it mere coincidence that those who work in such fields also often write books?I suspect not.Writing is a form of self-expression and when it’s done you want to have something to show for it.All of that work actually led to something!
Since I work in publishing I realize that it’s a business.And I understand that businesses exist to be profitable.I also know that technology sits in the driver’s seat.Decisions about the shape of the future are made by those who hold devices in higher regard than many of us do.I’m just as glad as most for the convenience of getting necessary stuff done online.What I wonder is why it has to be only online.The other day I went looking for a CD—it’s been years since I bought one.At Barnes and Noble about all they had was vinyl.I’m cool with records, but my player died eons ago.I had to locate a store still dedicated to selling music that wasn’t just streamed or LP.That gooey soft spot in the middle between precomputer and 0s and 1s raining from the invisible cloud.I went home and picked up a book.Life, for a moment, felt more real.
One of the things editors can teach academics is that the latter should pay more attention.Especially to the world of publishing.An erstwhile academic, I learned to go about research and publication in the traditional way: come up with an idea that nobody else has noticed or thought of, and write about it.It is “publishing for the sake of knowledge.”(Yes, that is Gorgias Press’s slogan, and yes, it is one of my hooks—marketing, anyone?)The idea behind this is that knowledge is worth knowing for its own sake.Researchers of all kinds notice details of immense variety and there’s always room for more books.Or at least there used to be.The world of publishing on which academics rely, however, is rapidly transforming.Money changes everything.
The world has too many problems (many of them generated by our own species) to pay too much attention to academics.Universities, now following “business models” crank out more doctorates than there are jobs for employing said wannabe profs, and those who get jobs pay scant attention to knock-on changes in the publishing world.Just the other day I was reading about “pay per use” schemes for academic writing that, unsurprisingly, came up with the fact that most academic books and articles lose money.If someone has to pay to read your research, will they do it?Especially if that research is on a topic that has no obvious connection with the mess we’re busy making of this world?Probably not.Publishing for the sake of knowledge is fast becoming a dusty artifact in the museum of quaint ideas.
For those still in the academic sector that means that research projects now have to be selected with an economic element in mind.“Would anyone pay for this?” has to be one of the questions asked early on.The question has to be answered honestly, which requires getting out from beyond the blinders of being part of the privileged class of those who are paid to think original thoughts.Academia has followed the money.A capitalistic system makes this inevitable.How can you do business with an institution that doesn’t play by your accounting rules?And academic publishers, which have difficulty turning a profit due to low sales volume, are bound to play along.This situation will change how we seek knowledge.More’s the pity since some of the things most interesting about the world are those that nobody would think to pay to view.
One of life’s great ironies is that those of us not born to wealth have to spend the years we’re young enough to enjoy ourselves stabilizing our situation until suddenly we realize we’re too old to do that kind of thing any more.I know I’m being overly dramatic, but it often does feel like life operates backwards.My professional career began where I’d hoped it would end, as a professor.I taught and published for almost twenty years and really nobody paid much attention.At least I had my teaching.I also had a family to support, so I had to accept the shift to publishing when that came along with an offer of a full-time job.Thus it has been for about a decade now.Within the last decade colleagues have begun to approach me, asking me to contribute to academic volumes, or to be involved in pursuits that are more associated with professors than editors.I could do with more irony in my diet.
All of this is a long-winded invitation to check out the new Journal of Gods and Monsters.I probably won’t be writing articles for it; lack of library and research time (both of which I had when invitation-free) assure that my scribbling will be non-technical and hopefully of the more general interest crowd.Then why am I telling your about this journal, fresh from the box?I’m on the Executive Advisory Committee and the first Call for Papers has been issued.Now, this blog really has no way to include attachments that I know of, so if anyone wants in on the ground floor for this journal please contact me (the About page on this website says how).I contributed to the first number of the first volume of the Journal of Ancient Near Eastern Religions and look where I am now!You just never know.
In addition to the books on which I’ve been assiduously working, I’ve got a number of commitments to edited volumes and encyclopedias (these invitations waited until I was safely out of academe before rolling in).The monster crowd is, I assure you, a welcoming one.As we seem to have turned the corner into autumn a touch early this year, and I see leaves beginning to change before August is out, my mind turns toward the realm of the uncanny.It may be less academic than ancient religions, but the world of monsters feels much more relevant these days.If you’re a researcher in these realms I’ll be glad to send you a call for papers.
Academic writing strives to remove personality from your work.It can be soul-crushing.I remember well when my daughter—a talented writer—came home in sixth grade with a note from her teacher.An otherwise ideal student, she was writing her science projects with *gasp* her own voice!Mr. Hydrogen and how he joins Mr. Oxygen—that sort of thing.Granted, it would never be published in a scientific journal, but it was a personalized expression that demonstrated an understanding of the concepts.Having been the recipient of an old school education, I also learned that academic writing should lack personality.Those who’ve bothered to read my academic papers, however, may have noted that I don’t always obey the rules.Subtle bits (very small, I’ll allow) crept in amid the erudition.And now I find myself wishing I’d persisted a bit more.
Pure objectivity, anyone living in a post-modern world knows, is a chimera.It doesn’t really exist.We all have points of view, whether they eschew adjectives or not.I still write fiction, but since my publication history has been “academic” I indulge in it while trying to break through where someone’s voice isn’t a detriment.I’ve been reading non-fiction by younger women writers and one of the things I’m finally catching onto is that your own voice shouldn’t be the enemy.It may be so for most publishing houses, but I’m wondering at what cost.So many ideas, just as valid as any staid publication, never see the light of day beyond some editor’s desk.That’s not to suggest that anyone can write—I’ve read far too many student papers to believe that—but that those who can ought not be shackled by convention.If only I could get an agent who believes that!
Holy Horror isn’t exactly flying off the press, but it does represent a kind of hybrid.It’s transitioning to a kind of writing that allows some personality onto the page (yes, I’m old enough to still believe in pages).A now departed family friend—he’d known my grandfather—was determined to read Weathering the Psalms.He didn’t make it through. It was an academic publication. In the humanities, it seems to me, we need to allow authors to be human.It’s in our title, after all.Please don’t take this as professional advice; careers are still broken on the wheel of tradition.Writing, however, shouldn’t be a caged bird.But then again, the clock says it’s now time to get to work.
As we slide beneath the hegemony of technology, I’m impressed by the redefinition of vocabulary it demands.Because new printing technologies assume, for example, that the XML (one of the many mark-up languages) is primary, directional references in texts are inadequate.An example might help.If you’re a human being reading a book, and the author has discussed something a few pages ago, s/he might write “see above.”Now, it’s not literally above in the sense of being higher up on the same page (but it may be considered literally if the book is closed. And lying face up).The pages you already read are above those where you left the bookmark.I remember the first time I encountered this language; having been raised a literalist (and a naive realist) my eye hovered over the header and I wondered about the accuracy of “see above” or “see below.”The terminology soon became second nature, however, and I knew it wasn’t a literal reference.
In the days of XML (“eXtensible Markup Language,” therefore literally EML), the sense of play is now gone from writing.I’ve heard editors explain to authors that, in an ebook there is no above or below because there are no pages.A time-honored metaphor has been sacrificed on the altar of a tech that sees the world in black-and-white.You can’t point vaguely in the direction from which you’ve just come and say “it’s back there somewhere.”I sense, given all of this, that most copyeditors haven’t written a non-fiction book (for this is mostly an academic affectation).As a human being writing, you get into the flow and you don’t think, “Ah, I mentioned that in paragraph 2749; I’d better say it’s there.”And the reason you need to know the paragraph number is so the ebook can have a hyperlink.The argument itself suffers for XML precision.
As someone who writes both fiction and non, I am bound to look at this from the viewpoint of a human author.I’ve been known to paint and make sketches on occasion.All of these forms of expression have flow in common.At least when they’re good they do. If you want to stop a project cold, just say “Hey, I’m writing!” and watch yourself drop like a cartoon character who’s run off a cliff and just realized it.I’m sorry, I can’t point you to exact where that’s happened.It’s in many vague recollections of many cartoons I watched as a child.If the technomasters aren’t watching I’ll just say, “see above.”
Holy Horror, as some are painfully aware, is priced at $45.Even those of us in publishing have lessons we must learn, and one of them is that writing a trade book involves more than just a “friendly narrator” style and non-technical language.It also involves a subject the public finds engaging (or at least what a literary agent thinks the public will find engaging).Holy Horror throws two apparently disparate topics together: horror films and the Bible.The fans of each don’t hang out in the same bars—the fans of the latter, in some circles, don’t go anywhere near bars!My thinking was that this juxtaposition was odd enough to qualify as trade, but I also knew that you have to work your way up to that kind of readership.That’s why I’m on Goodreads, Twitter, and Facebook (followers and friends welcome!).It’s not like I’ve got tons of spare time, but platforms must be built.
Book publishers face a dilemma: they have to sell books, but as I’ve noted before, they must do so profitably.There are people like yours truly who’ll occasionally pay essentially a dollar a page (or at least a two-page spread) for a book that’s essential to their work.As the capitalists grin, it’s “what the market will bear.” I never thought of myself as a market. To me, knowledge is priceless.The effort that it takes to write a book is truly unimaginable to those who haven’t done it.Obstacles exist almost from the inception.Getting the resources you need, unless your employment comes with a free library pass, involves sacrifice.I still look at other books I must read priced at about $45 and groan—how can I justify the expense?It’s a strange club to which to belong.
My mother asked about Weathering the Psalms: “Is it the kind of book you get money for?”In theory, yes.I’ve yet to see any kind of profit from it since the tax forms you need to file for royalties cost more than the actual checks contain.At least it’s not vanity publishing.And you truly learn what it means to rob Peter to pay Paul.It has nothing to do with gentiles.Publishing is the price you pay for following your curiosity.My books are very different from each other, a fact that comes with an invisible price tag that has little to do with money exchanging hands.Well, maybe it does.And maybe it does have something to do with gentiles.Or maybe it’s an appeal to a higher power.In a capitalist nation we all know what that is; herein lies holy horror.