You Have Been Disconnected
Overheard in the reception area of a publishing house Monday:
RECEPTIONIST: (into phone, anxiously) Oh, oh, um, yes, um, please hold... (presses hold, exhales)
STAFF MEMBER: (passing by) What's going on?
RECEPTIONIST: (whispering) There's an angry consumer on the phone!
RECEPTIONIST: A consumer!
STAFF MEMBER: Oh! (continues walking)
I'm not sure what the "consumer" was angry about, and I didn't eavesdrop long enough to find out, but it was an excellent reminder of the immense space between the producer of books (the publisher) and the distant consumers of books (the reader). That gap was widened over the long twentieth century, stretched by the mechanisms that promised greater efficiency in distribution and greater reach in sales.
Not so long ago, book publishers frequently ran their own bookshops, often printing books in the back of the store and selling them in the front. It once seemed so intuitive for publishers to also be retailers that George Bernard Shaw once lectured Cass Canfield, former head of Harper, for not having a bookstore in the Harper building. Even after Scribner was bought and sold a couple of times, the Scribner book store remained in its landmarked building, until the cruel economics of Manhattan rent forced it to close in 1988. Doubleday ran its own bookshops until as late as 1990, when Bertelsmann sold them off to Barnes and Noble (which promptly began shutting them down; that Prada store that gleams on Fifth Avenue during the holidays? Used to be a Doubleday shop.)
But that's hardly the point. Few dream of publishers running their own bookshops again (though I've heard stories of tourists popping into Random House mistakenly thinking you can buy those books behind the glass...). The question is not about publishers becoming retailers, but about what publishers may have lost by placing so much distance between themselves and readers. The bucket brigade that passes content from the maker to the user is a long one, and the man on one end cannot shake the hand of the man on the other. Today, Publishers have precious little direct contact with readers.
There are exceptions, most notably among genre publishers or imprints: Tor publishes books and manages a thriving online community of readers; Harlequin does the same, of course; more recently, Mulholland Books, the new crime/thriller imprint at Little, Brown, has built an online gathering place for readers. There are others as well. But these are exceptions. For most who work in publishing, "the reader" easily becomes an abstraction, a concept like "public" or "middle class," that sounds as though it should signify, but, untethered from any context, becomes meaningless. Many of our terms--"community," "niche," "vertical"--meant to belie our lack of connection with readers, actually reveal it.
At the beginning of each year, as the holidays conclude, I hear many friends and colleagues in publishing returning to New York from their time with family in California or Chicago or Texas or, in my case, Arkansas and Tennessee. Inevitably, there's a sense of wonder that we share: people elsewhere are reading! And they're reading the strangest things! Like Sarah Palin's latest! These trips outside Manhattan are for many the only brush against the rare reading creature in the wild.
David Wilk put it well, as he often does, in his short piece "A Focus Group of One":
"We don’t talk to readers aside from our friends at dinner, we don’t research
what people are reading, what they think about prices, formats, marketing
techniques, retail displays, customer service, etc. Most publishers don’t
have any significant contact with readers in the first place.
"How about deep and meaningful research about the role of reading in
society, where do people buy books, how many people go to libraries every
week, how do professors choose books for course adoptions, how many
students out of a given number in a class actually buy or read assigned
books? How many people give books as gifts and how do they choose what
The Cass Canfield who disagreed with Mr. Shaw about the bookshop in the lobby had a son who ran Harper for many decades. Cass, Jr, with whom I had the pleasure of dining last winter, once said of publishing, "It's an impossible business...It makes no sense at all. I mean, you have a winner one day, and you've got a loser four out of five days." Anyone who has been involved in the publication of at least five books knows how Cass, Jr. felt the day he said that.**
But I wonder how better we might all be at our work if we worked to rescue the "reader" from those unfortunate, conceptual quotation marks: would we publish differently, and perhaps more successfully, if we were better connected to the individuals we hope will buy what we publish? Last fall I somewhat jokingly suggested on Twitter that the heads of the big houses should go on a listening tour, stopping at libraries and bookshops across America, meeting with their constituents. Imagine what we'd learn about tastes and desires, about pet peeves and preferences. Imagine what intangibles we'd discern that aren't legible on a Bowker report. It would be good to hear from those "consumers"--especially the ones angry enough to call.
Or maybe I didn't mean it as a joke. I can't remember. But why not? I say we take the train.
** Silverman, Al. The Time of Their Lives, 231 (St. Martin's, 2007).