‘I don’t get up in the morning and say: Am I inspired? …No, I’m not. I won’t work. ‘cos, God, how often would I ever work, you know?’
These words were spoken last week by one of the world’s most prolific authors, J.K. Rowling, and summed up quite nicely something I think many people want to forget about literature: books are a business; writing is work. Our explosive amnesia surrounding the b-word was highlighted again after reading the incredible reaction to news that Penguin US decided to sue a few authors after the books they were paid to write were not written.
The authors in question are listed on The Smoking Gun, and include Elizabeth Wurtzel, who was paid a $33,000 advance to write a book for teenagers with depression. This never appeared, and Penguin are suing her, along with four other authors of undelivered manuscripts, for their advance plus interest.
The Independent framed the situation with the blame finger firmly pointed at the money-hungry publishers, saying the authors had ‘allegedly fail[ed] to deliver books on time’. This sentence suggests the books might have been sent a day late in the post, or arrived half an hour after their stridently imposed deadline. In reality, one of the authors was due to deliver in 2004 – by my standards, that manuscript is more missing than late.
There may be some reason, either contractual or political, why Penguin should have sucked it up and let the authors keep the money that I am completely unaware of (I don’t work in editorial or contracts). But sentences like ‘while everyone agrees that Penguin is within its legal rights to try to recoup… few in the industry think they should‘ make me wonder what sort of industry this is. That rogue ‘should’ speaks volumes of an underlying pretension; some assumption that authors are beyond reproach.
In the same Bloomberg Businessweek article, Robert Gottleib is quoted saying: ‘These are not large sums of money… These are write-offable.’ $33,000. That’s a person’s salary. I would love to live in the publishing world where that amount of money is ‘write-offable’, but sadly I am fixed in this bleak reality where seeing zero return on that size of investment counts as a significant loss.
There are allegations sitting next to this whole debacle that publishers reject novels when the manuscript is not up to scratch and then demand their advances back. This seems slightly more sinister to me: surely the burden of risk there lies with the publisher rather than the author. I find it odd that quality and taste, such arbitrary measures, should be stipulated in a business contact.
However, by all accounts the manuscripts in question were not even given the opportunity for rejection because they simply didn’t materialise. Entering into a debate about whether or not contacts in general are favourable to authors does not clear up the question of whether these authors broke the contracts they took.
For me, this is not an argument against publishers just as it’s not an argument for self-publishing despite how much so many would love to frame it this way. It is a business reality. By romanticising books as a purely inspired creative pursuit, are we ignoring the fact that writing is work and advances constitute a business investment?
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