Author name: Booksquare

Dissecting the publishing industry with love and skepticism.

Stop Us Before We Snap

We are, by nature, pacifistic. It’s that lazy thing we suffer from. So it’s surprising and painful to discover we’re feeling oozy, icky hatred. Not the hot, passionate kind. This is more the type that will spread and fester. Yes, thanks to a helpful friend, we have finally read an author interview that pisses us off in an ugly way. And we have hours to go before we can drink. A few choice quotes as a preview: They say everyone has at least one book inside them. But is it true? Could we all turn our hands to writing best […]

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Years of Our Lives

At first, we thought, wow, 2005. That’s, like, way in the future. Then it struck us…2005 was way in the future when we were uch younger. Now we’re older and it’s, pretty much next year. Like, a few months from now. We need to get a New Year’s dress soon. But our problems are nothing compared to the massive task in front of the Pocket editorial and marketing staff. They’ve gone and decided to relaunch their hardcover fiction program. Maggie Crawford will oversee the program. Simon Says Love (no really, we wish we were making this stuff up)

Publishers and Editors

Tattle Tale

Since our mother doesn’t read our blog, we’re comfortable discussing her freely. Today, we’d like to talk about the time she was feverishly working in the library, processing discards. You know, those books that must be cleared from the shelves so new books can take their place (elementary school libraries are notable for their lack of space, and, as noted, physical buildings don’t expand). She, by her own account, was in the zone. Yes, we wish she wouldn’t be in places like that, but what can you do? You can’t watch them all the time. Discard, discard, discard. What is

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We’re Intrigued

No, really, we are. What is a “new business program,” and do we want to get us some of that? If you want to pursue this, Ben Loehnen is joining Little Random (please, no jokes, we have a delicate constitution). There will be books and such happening. Don’t you hate it when no information is released? We have to speculate and make stuff up. By the way, can we just once get a publisher website that makes sense? Please? Random House

Publishers and Editors

Busy, Busy, Busy

People are flying into town at various times over the weekend, and we’re going to be playing chauffeur (cute hat, snappy attitude, excellent sense of direction) and host (see previous, minus sense of direction). Something tells us we’ll also be required to make scintillating conversation. Webster’s isn’t clear on the definition of host-with-the-most, but we suspect it precludes spending long hours at our computer. So things may be light for the next few days. We feel your distress…heck, we’re INTJ. This is torture for us. We have a bunch of editor and publisher news that we’ll try to sneak in

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Trends We Hope To See Gone

Don’t get us wrong — we channel coversations with our literary heroes all the time. But that’s as far as we take it. We don’t presume to know what, oh, Edith Wharton was thinking and feeling. And we suspect anything we conjured would pale in comparison to reality (either that or end up too fantastic to be believed). So we find the trend of putting words into the mouths of dead authors to be a bit disturbing. Especially the part where actual quotes from the author’s work frames their actions. If we have the sequencing right, that’s a bit like

Books/Mags/Blogs

When The Going Gets Tough

The tough get weird. We were warned not to read this article. Then we figured, what the heck, we have a full bottle of wine at the ready. So we did. We wish we could express shock. Instead, we feel the author’s pain; we also wonder how far we’d go in the same situation. We’ve talked about this, from various angles, quite a bit lately. We still believe there’s a place for what The Literary Reader calls the “better ones”, and we think authors need to think outside tradition. TLR explores alternatives for publishing. And we think he’s right. If

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Know Whereof You Speak (er, Write)

A while back, we pointed to discussion on Making Light about a professor who offered dubious advice about, um, exaggerating credentials. Discussion ensued, and we believe the professor was in the loop at some point; yes, we recall his explanation of his comments (rather than linking, linking, linking, we’ll let you follow the story from John Scalzi’s Whatever). Long story short, the professor finally got around to reading what was said, got hot under the collar, and decided the issue could only be resolved in a time-honored American way. Yeah, he threatened to sue. So, for your reading pleasure, we

Tools and Craft

Because You Have to Eat

No. Really, you do. Eventually. Being a starving artist is only glamorous when you’re young. The Elegant Variation seems intrigued by the subject matter (by the way, starting to save for your old age at 50 is a bad idea; trust us); we’re more shocked that after the failed experiment involving Nathaniel West and F. Scott Fitzgerald, another generation of literary writers could be lured to Hollywood. While the article offers practical advice (we’ve linked to other stories from this series because we like cautionary tales), we liked this quote especially: He spent the next two decades living well on

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It All Depends on What The Meaning of Book, Is

First, take a deep breath. Books are not endangered (we promise you — we can singlehandedly keep the publishing industry afloat; in fact, we think we have). And the Internet will not destroy reading. In fact, it’s likely to suck in unsuspecting non-readers (those folks who eschew the newspaper, but devour online articles like they’re french fries)…before we know it, they’ll be offering sidelong glances toward novels and wondering if there might be something of interest there. And, as we’ve mentioned, oh, once, maybe twice, there are these things called “e-books” (we suspect we haven’t been consistent with our style

Books/Mags/Blogs
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