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On the occasion of being a publisher for 40 years - The words of David R. Godine:

We're working hard double time to get everything ready for David R. Godine's 40th Anniversary Retrospective Lecture on May 6th at the Boston Public Library, and hope to see all of you at the talk. Until then, here is David's “Letter from the Publisher” which appears in our 2010 Catalog.

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WHEN I STARTED this company, some forty years ago in an abandoned cow barn, I was only twenty five and had no idea what the word “publishing” meant, much less how to do it. We were then, all six of us, primarily printers, producing fine books for others, and, when the presses were unoccupied, occasionally issuing a title for ourselves. As the years went by, I decided to concentrate on publishing and, like many deluded capitalists, dreamed of growing what clearly is — and should remain — a cottage industry into a major international player. This wasn’t entirely hubris; all houses were much smaller then, the capital required to produce books was modest, government support (even to tiny houses) was flowing, and the cost of mistakes was small. The narrow, personal world of trade publishing was still run by opinionated individuals, whose names were often eponymous with their companies, and who more or less published what they liked and did their crying in private. Company policy was dictated by editors, not by marketing departments. (It was Edwin Land who taught me that the size of a company’s marketing department is always in inverse proportion to the quality of its products.) It was still possible to dream of becoming a general trade publisher whose list would cover a variety of subjects and whose books could be produced to high standards, and to do it all with a minimum of fuss and compromise.

Looking back, and knowing a little more about my own temperament, it was foolish (almost delusional) to have thought that this company could ever become larger than it is. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, and the pleasure I derive from working year in and year out in this ship of fools comes from the hands-on experience with the books themselves, not in being a manager or an administrator, for which I have little talent and less interest. If you pay attention, close attention, to every book you publish, and if you publish or reprint — as we do — close to sixty titles a year, it is all you can do to read the manuscripts that come in, oversee the design and production, and take an active part in the selling. So, for better or worse, this will always be a small company involving a few fanatics, selling to a relatively small lunatic fringe who still care about the niceties of a well-turned phrase, a neatly produced book, and an eclectic list. This is not exactly the recipe America prescribes for achieving commercial success.

In the sixteenth century, there was a small group of engravers known as “The Little Masters,” so called not because they were stunted, but because their work was small. Their motto was Multum in Parvo: a great deal in a small compass. I have always identified with these artists who were content to create miniscule masterpieces on their own terms and scale. If you believe, as I do, that your work is the footsteps you leave in the sands of time, then every book you publish should contain the proof of that devotion and promise. It is, I think, what Conrad had in mind when he wrote, in his Preface to The Nigger of the ‘Narcissus’, “A work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justifications in every line.”

For forty years, and admittedly with varying degrees of success, we have tried to make good on that promise. Not every book carries Conrad’s justification, but more have than not. And the mere effort of trying to come close, to engage in the process, to yet again take a sheaf of manuscript pages and turn them into something as miraculous and as workable and as permanent as a printed book seems tome worth any amount of trouble. As another of our favorite writers, Montaigne, observed,  “It’s the journey, not the arrival, that matters.”

Saying information wants to be free does more harm than good | Doctorow at the guardian.co.uk

So what do digital rights activists want, if not "free information?"

They want open access to the data and media produced at public expense, because this makes better science, better knowledge, and better culture – and because they already paid for it with their tax and licence fees.

They want to be able to quote, cite and reference earlier works because this is fundamental to all critical discourse.

They want to be able to build on earlier creative works in order to create new, original works because this is the basis of all creativity, and every work they wish to make fragmentary or inspirational use of was, in turn, compiled from the works that went before it.

They want to be able to use the network and their computers without mandatory surveillance and spyware installed under the rubric of "stopping piracy" because censorship and surveillance are themselves corrosive to free thought, intellectual curiosity and an open and fair society.

They want their networks to be free from greedy corporate tampering by telecom giants that wish to sell access to their customers to entertainment congloms, because when you pay for a network connection, you're paying to have the bits you want delivered to you as fast as possible, even if the providers of those bits don't want to bribe your ISP.

They want the freedom to build and use tools that allow for the sharing of information and the creation of communities because this is the key to all collaboration and collective action — even if some minority of users of these tools use them to take pop songs without paying.

IWTBF has an elegant compactness and a mischievous play on the double-meaning of "free," but it does more harm than good these days.

 

Art in the Age of Sand: Jorge Colombo

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I bought this print at 20x200. Why?
I've admired Jorge Colombo's iSketches since I first saw them;
I love Fanelli Cafe (I even have my own photograph of the sign) and have been going there for years;
Colombo's work is representative of tradition (his sketches evoke an older, sometimes noirish New York and at the same time a medium that didn't exist at all just a few years ago.

Cory Doctorow: 'It Is Impossible to Monetize Obscurity' - mediabistro.com: GalleyCat

coryd23.jpgBetween Amazon's soon-to-be-divided Kindle "bestseller" list to debates about literary freemiums, the free eBook has been a controversial topic around the publishing Internets.

Today's guest on the Morning Media Menu was novelist and blogger Cory Doctorow, author of the new book For the Win--talking about online currency, book promotion, and if worker unions are feasible in digital culture. Doctorow (pictured via Joi Ito) discussed his controversial strategy of releasing a free eBook edition of his book alongside the print book.

Press play below to listen.

Here's an excerpt: "I make the books available as free downloads under a Creative Commons license that encourages my readers to share them and remix them, provided they are doing so non-commercially. That means one reader who loves the book who knows another reader who would love the book can put the book in that reader's hands ... Tim O'Reilly says: 'The problem with writers isn't piracy, it's obscurity.' It may be hard to monetize fame, but it is impossible to monetize obscurity."


Doctorow concluded: "I've been doing this since 2003, and every time there is just a rush--hundreds of thousands of downloads in just a few days. People go crazy for it, sharing it with friends...What you start to see really quickly is [people writing online] 'I've never heard of this Doctorow guy, but a friend sent me a link to this.' Over and over again I see that. That's the thing that makes me really excited, finding new readers who will be readers for life. All the writers that I truly love (who I would buy their shopping list), for the most part, I didn't buy the first book of theirs--those writers you discover by a librarian giving you the book or by a friend pressing the book in your hand."

Happy Birthday Tennessee Williams

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One of my favorite literary photographs is this one of Tennessee Williams by Yousuf Karsh, whom if you don't know by name you do by his portraits of Hemingway, Kruschev, Pablo Cassals, and many others. 

The writer at his typewriter, cigarette in hand. Classic right? 

Today is Williams' birthday (1911 to 1983) and the OUP blog has excerpted a piece from his biography. Here's an interesting bit.

Williams’s best works are brilliant poetic projections of his own obsessions. His greatest characters are eccentric outcasts usually because their sexual desires put them at odds with conventional society. “Desire” is the central word in Williams’s work, but desire is not simply lust; it is a yearning to attain, through sex, some psychological and spiritual state that is always unattainable. “The opposite of death is desire,” Blanche Dubois cries in A Streetcar Named Desire. When Williams’s heroines and heroes yearn for “life,” they mean a union of physical and spiritual fulfillment. It is apt that the object of desire of one of his heroes is named Heavenly (Sweet Bird of Youth). What leads to the often violent destruction of Williams’s central characters is not merely the agents of social and sexual order, but a violent cosmology, most cogently defined in the imagery of Suddenly Last Summer, in which the vision of birds of prey rapaciously feeding on baby turtles in the Galapagos Islands becomes the face of God. Williams’s plays are filled with violence–castration, cannibalism, various forms of physical and psychological mutilation–and in his best work it gives form to his lurid, highly personal vision of experience.

A Jazz Lexicon - "A unique and rebellious way of speaking..."

Another find while packing (see my previous post on Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable) is Bob Gold's A Jazz Lexicon from 1964. My copy is signed "To the Richardson All-Stars - Richie, Johnnie, Jon & Brooke - with love, Bob Gold 7/23/64" A quick look on the internet and some of my other jazz books gave me no clue to who those guys were but the inscription gives it a nice sense of authenticity and begs the history of the book; how it might have found it's way from someone in the Richardson All-Stars to a used bookstore in Brookyn, where I bought it.

This dictionary is for 20th Century slang from the jazz set. I found a letter to the editor of the New York Review of Books by the author on the use of the word "hep:"

Your recent correspondent, Cal Kolbe Nossiter, in attempting to correct Philip Rahv's nominal use of "hip" merely proliferates the error by identifying the term "hip" as a variant of "hep." Anyone familiar with the jazz scene (or anyone familiar with my recent dictionary of jazz slang, A Jazz Lexicon) knows that the word has always been "hip," and that "hep" is hopelessly square.

For instance, "pork chop"

[prob. from jazzman's approval of both; according to jazzmen, current c. 1900-c 1917, obs. since; see also BARRELHOUSE, GULLY-LOW, LOWDOWN] Slow, earthy blues music. Oral evidence only. 

To "collar the jive" was a phrase used by Cab Calloway and part of general slang earlier in the century to mean "to understand and fee rapport with what is being said; to be in the know; to be hip. c1935 jive term."

Like the Brewer's Dictionary, it's tempting to write these words off as quaint, particularly much of the drug-culture related slang, but here especially they represent a history, one with sociological resonance, as Gold points out in his introduction: "...So we get a people in rebellion against a dominant majority, but forced to rebel secretly, to sublimate, as the psychologist would put it--to express themselves culturally through the medium of jazz, and linguistically through a code, a jargon..."

And because much of the language from the early jazz era was spoken, its presence here is all the more remarkable. As much as I love my lovely found hardback copy, if there were ever a case for the digitization of books, having this now out-of-print history of a special set of words is an acute one.

"Take the scenic route to knowledge" - On Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase & Fable

Packing my books away for our move, I keep running into great things I've not looked at in a while. One of them is Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase & Fable. I love dictionaries and reference books in the first place--have quite a few--but this one is truly unique. My edition is from 1970, the "Centenary Edition" as it was first published in 1870. To its credit, it's never been out of print, but truth is, even though there's a newer edition out this year even, it doesn't matter to me because the old dictionaries show words to be something of an artifact and etymologies don't really capture how meaning evolves (or devolves!, as the case may be).

The definition for "screw" goes like this:

"Slang for wages, salary; possibly because in some employments it was handed out in 'screwed up on paper' or because it was 'screwed out' of one's employer; it is also slang for a prison warder, from the days when the locks were operated from a screw-like movement."

Modern definitions, while much more thorough, are, needless to say, nothing like this one. Likewise, "Screwed" is defined here as "intoxicated. A playful synonym of tight." Of course in a modern context these definitions seem merely quaint, but there are tons of things here that just don't exist now either.

You'll find entries, for example, with stories like that of "John o' Groats":

"The site of a legendary house 1 3/4 miles west of Duncansby Head Caithness, Scotland. The story is of...three Dutch brothers, came to this part of Scotland in the reign of James IV. There came to be eight families of the name and they met annually to celebrate. On once occasion a question of precedency arose, consequently John o'Groat built an eight-sided room with a door to each side and placed an octagonal table therein so that all were 'head of the table'. This building went ever after with the name of John o' Groat's House."

At any rate, Dr Ebenezer Cobham Brewer was, as far as I can tell from his biography in the "Centenary Edition," a man who did little besides read, write and garden. The list of books he wrote or edited is astounding, beginning in 1841 (Brewer was born in 1810) with A Guide to Science, which went into 47 editions and sold more than 319,000 copies by 1905. He wrote books on accounting, scripture, Greek, Roman, French history, as well as a Political, Social, and Literary History of Germany, and near the end of his life, A Dictionary of Miracles.