Friday afternoon literary thought-provoker – Romance Special

Flowers? For me? Oh, you shouldn't - oh. You didn't. They're for your mother? Fine. Whatevs.

But you did get me a book? Now we're talking.

Despite difficult book relationships at times, a deciding factor in agreeing to domestic bliss with my better half was the discovery of a key shared book. I say I gave the book to him, he says he gave it to me. Potato potahto. (I gave it to him.)

So which book have you found shared love in? Or, for the misanthropes out there, which was the straw that broke the relationship's back?

Once more, I'll post something nice out to whichever answer I like best. Although that will probably only apply to UK people. But come on! Everyone can just join in anyway! Yeay! Hang on – you didn't even get me flowers. Why am I feeling bad about this?

Sam the Copywriter

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Friday afternoon literary thought-provoker – part #2

I suppose I owe you all a charitable high-five for not pointing out that not only had our previous Friday afternoon literary thought-provoker been done before, but it had been done by me. Shameful. But you were all v sporting for not whispering about my fading cerebral powers behind your hands. Or were you?

This Friday, new thoughts (one hopes). I'm only fifty pages or so from the end of this (which has possibly the best collection of quotes on the jacket that I've seen for a while) and I'm desperate that it wasn't so. At least with this one, there's two whole sequels, which are equally excellent. I'm just not particularly eager to leave the world of Priss, Lakey and Kay, despite those throwaway name-references making the whole thing sound a little too Blyton. Still.

So, my question to you this fine Friday is: which are the books that, while you're reading them, you wished they'd never end? Subquestion: which book would you actually like to live in?

To complete your happy Friday, here's a man we should all be cheering and whooping and celebrating all round. (Actually am, for once, crying as I read this.) Please read this, as it's so very, very important, and go to your library this weekend, and show it some affection.

Sam the Copywriter

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How to Sell Books in a Recession

Books by the river by Chor Ip

In one of the darkest years of the 1930s depression, Allen Lane founded Penguin with the — then groundbreaking — notion to sell quality writing as cheaply as a pack of cigarettes and to sell them everywhere.

Studying our own history gives us pause for thought as we tip headfirst into recession: bleak economic times are sometimes the crucible of inspiration and creativity. I think of the black box theatres so beloved of Peter Brook and endless student productions, in which limited resources became the spur to imagination. And I compare that to a particularly bloated production I once saw where just one effect must have cost thousands of pounds, scores of unionised man-hours and added precisely nothing of meaning or value to the piece.

When I say we're ready and inspired to take the challenge of an economic downturn, I don't just mean cutting a few long lunches, but having a vision and being fleet of foot enough to respond to changing market conditions. Historically, the publishing industry thrives on such challenges. I think I've said in a previous blog that for an "old" industry, we're pretty responsive and innovative. We have to be.

Our customers are still there and a book remains fantastic value for money. Apparently at such times we skew more toward escapist fare, rather like the cinema goers in the 30s flocked to gangster films, musicals and screwball comedies. When the Canary Wharf Waterstones opened the day after the collapse of Lehman Bros, the first two books to be sold were books on spirituality. Another huge growth area is teenage fiction thanks to the Harry Potter effect on our growing kids, with help from teenage vampires in Twilight and teenage fathers in Nick Hornby's Slam. The common wisdom is that this mortgage-free demographic market's disposible income remains relatively unaffected, although books compete for it with games and music. People will also still buy books for their kids. The success of Ascent of Money, Black Swan and The Great Crash 1929 shows that those books helping us understand what's happening are also flying out the door.

So what are we worried about?

In short, it might not be our readers, but our retailers.

The once mighty high street has been fighting competition from online and supermarkets for a few years, but when every day another high street name goes into administration, we have to assess the risk. When a company goes into administration, the independent administrators sell off as many assets as possible, paying off debts in order of priority. If we have lots of stock sitting in a customer's warehouse or on their shelves, we first have to prove to the administrators that we supplied it, rather than a third party wholesaler, and then once that value is assessed, we may only be awarded pence in the pound. So a retailer going under is bad news for its suppliers.

There is a theory that in these times it's best to be very big so you can take a hit like the one I've described, or to be very small, so you can turn on a dime in response to tricky market conditions. Each of our retailers needs a strategy to suit these times as much as we do: whether it's negotiating down rents and utilities, increasing margin on every book sold, increasing marketing income, consolidating roles, departments or even outlets, making cost savings in the supply chain, and so on. That can make for even tougher negotiations between publishers and retailers, but it's not the only game in town. How do we get back to creativity and innovation? How do we as publishers and retailers inspire our customers to buy books?

Peter Brook felt passionately that a theatre of more limited means helped to bring theatre-makers and their audiences into a closer rapport. The stage is bare. Enter an actor and a book.

Fiona Buckland
Sales Manager

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Wyndham on the end of the world …

Chrysalids
Kraken
Lichen
Midwich
Triffids

In these days of financial apocalypto, we – or at least I – turn to anyone who can calmly and clearly tell us what the flip is going on. Robert Peston at the Beeb has been my main man (and I notice that Hodder are sensibly rushing into paperback his Who Ru[i]ns Britain? of earlier this year, which explains why the handcart we’re all clinging to is rolling merrily to hell). Recent Nobel laureate Paul Krugman, writing in the New York Times, is also good for straightforward analogies about complicated matters.

Last year, I read The Great Crash, 1929 by JK Galbraith. This, more than anything, reminds us that when the financial system catches a cold, it’s a full-on Man Cold. That is, there is much loud moaning, plenty of snivelling self-pity, then comes the prolonged sulk. Sound familiar? No? Then read your Galbraith.

On the other hand, if you want to read about everything falling down about your ears on a more intimate scale one could turn to fiction. In a couple of years, I suspect you won’t be able to turn around in a bookshop without knocking into the latest novel that ‘brilliantly captures the greed, hubris and vanity of the noughties’. (No reviewer is allowed to use that phrase since I hereby copyright it.) However, when I want to read about it all crashing down, I prefer matters to be a bit weirder than the day-to-day travails of bankers, other City-types, politicians and the usual movers, shakers and ordinary Joes caught in the middle that characterize your average state-of-the-nation novel.

If I really want to know what the state of the nation is, I can take a look out the window. (It’s drizzling.)

Which is why I instead turn to a writer like John Wyndham. If you’re going to write about the end of the world, do it in style. Want to illustrate human hubris? Then blind the population of the Earth with a passing comet and set a plague of angry plants on them. Want to show how we close ranks in a crisis? Then cover the world in a blanket of radiation and see how the fearful treat the resulting mutants. Want to reveal how dependent we are on each other? Then seed the oceans with an alien intelligence and turn water – the compound on which we depend – against us. Want to describe how power corrupts? Then impregnate the women of a sleepy English village with a superior but indifferent life form and let the offspring grow up. Want to explore the limits of governance? Then invent an astonishing scientific discovery and watch the scramble to exploit it.

Penguin recently reissued these five John Wyndham novels (and with news that Stephen Spielberg is to make Wyndham’s Chocky into a movie, a sixth is on the way next April) with haunting covers by illustrator Brian Cronin. Joe Gordon tells me that Forbidden Planet International is giving away two complete sets right now. So get yourselves over there and discover five futures with nary a mention of credit default swaps.

Colin Brush
Senior Copywriter

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