Showing posts with label How To Write a Best Seller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label How To Write a Best Seller. Show all posts

Friday, May 02, 2025

...And Everyone Is Writing a Book: UPDATE

From a quote that was conjured out of a few word fragments which someone sorta remembered reading on an ancient Assyrian tablet.  Words which were then passed around many times, reworded several times, and then, finally, misattributed to Marcus Tullius Cicero:  

"Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book." 

Still, nice quote.  And today the book in question is this.

Author: Salina Zito.

If you are unfamiliar with the genre in which Zito made her fortune, I have a short explainer here: Today in Magic Ruralism (tm): Salena Zito

Publisher: Hachette Press.

From the publisher's blurb

Hachette Nashville is comprised of three imprints—Faithwords, a publisher of the world’s best voices in the growing inspirational market; Center Street, an imprint publishing Nonfiction books in such categories as Conservative Political and Military; and Worthy, an inspirational adult and children’s book publisher specializing in Christian authors and bestselling nonfiction and fiction books.

The Faithworks imprint specializes in cranking out slabs of empty Christian calories by god-botherers like Joel Osteen.

The Center Street imprint, well, see if you can deduce what brand of slop they specialize in based on a selection from their list authors.  In addition to Zito, they pay money to publish a lot of propaganda by Newt Gingrich.  Then there's Rob Schneider, Donald Trump, Jr., Whiskey Pete Hegseth, Tom Homan and Vivek Ramaswamy. There are also some of the lesser lights of the American fascist party such as right-wing troll Andy Ngo's "Unmasked: Inside Antifa's Radical Plan to Destroy Democracy" (oh crap, they're on to us!) and a couple of Conservative potato bugs you've never heard of named Susan Crabtree and Jedd McFatter who collaborated on "Fool’s Gold: The Radicals, Con Artists, and Traitors Who Killed the California Dream and Now Threaten Us All" because sharting out deathless prose like that would be too much for just one person.

Hachette's business plan is painfully clear, and at least some of the people who work there (well, used to work there) have a (had a) serious enough problem with their company throwing in with the fascists to quit.  

From The Guardian:

Hachette employees protest and quit over launch of conservative imprint

Basic Liberty, a publishing imprint launched in the wake of Trump’s election win, will be helmed by Thomas Spence, an editor associated with Project 2025 thinktank The Heritage Foundation

Staff are protesting against a new US imprint of global publisher Hachette Book Group (HBG) specialising in conservative books, launched in the wake of Donald Trump’s election win.

A letter from an anonymous group of HBG employees has been published on social media, criticising the launch of Basic Liberty. It also expresses concern at the hiring of executive editor Thomas Spence. Spence is the former president of conservative publisher Regnery and a visiting fellow at the Heritage Foundation, the rightwing thinktank that coordinated the Project 2025 initiative, which sets out plans to reshape the US government and strip minorities of legal protections...

Good on 'em.

Sadly, there are also people who we thought knew better -- who were voted into office based on the presumption that they knew better -- who clearly have no problem schmoozing with the fascists.  

One of them appears to be first-term Senator John Fetterman, shown here rubbing elbows with the dregs of American democracy at (checks notes) Salina Zito's book launch party.  

Ah crap.

From The New Republic:

John Fetterman Seems Like a Risk to Himself and Everyone Around Him

A damning new report reveals how the Democratic senator appears to be endangering his own life, and those around him.

Senator John Fetterman isn’t in good shape—and could be a danger to himself and those around him.

New York magazine reports that Fetterman, who suffered a stroke in 2022 one month before being elected to the Senate, is unrecognizable to his past and present staff, prone to “conspiratorial thinking” and “megalomania.” His former chief of staff, Adam Jentleson, wrote his concerns in a May 2024 letter to Dr. David Williamson, the neuropsychiatrist who oversaw Fetterman’s treatment at Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington, D.C....

With friends like these...

You know, after 20 years at this blogging thing with an archive of +12,000 posts to draw from, maybe it's time for me to go for some of that easy book money.  Just bolt together a couple of dozens posts, kintsugi them together with All!New! intros an outros, and ship them off to...uh...

Remind me again, what's the name of that publishing house that pays top dollar for scathing Liberal deconstructions of the Republican party?  

The one that embraces and promotes books by dirty hippy newcomers who, when it comes to references from media and publishing industries, arrive with "neither chick nor child"?  

The one that treats its stable of dirty hippy writers with the care and attention that Hachette publishing provides to, say, a Rob Schneider or the dynamic duo of Susan Crabtree and Jedd McFatter?

UPDATE:  Sharp-eyed area blogger Charles Pierce notes "The cover of Zito's book is a dead-on copy of two books about authentic American tragedies".  These two books.  




Behold, a Tip Jar!


Monday, April 14, 2025

Whatcha Reading?

In answer to a stray question, this is one of my piles o' books that are on-hand at the moment for reference and pleasure.  Currently I'm about 4/5th the way through Raymond Chandler's short story "Red Wind".  

A few quotes from the story:

"Bright, brittle, shallow eyes like the eyes of a lizard."

"The girl floated in the air, somewhere behind him. Nothing was ever more soundless than the way she moved. It wouldn't do any good though. He wouldn't fool around with her at all. I had known him all my life but I had been looking into his eyes for only five minutes."

"His chin came down and I hit it. I hit it as if I was driving the last spike on the first transcontinental railroad. I can still feel it when I flex my knuckles."

The man could write.  


Trouble Is My Business

Monday, February 25, 2019

Who Killed Owen Taylor? A True Detective Season Three Explainer


My favorite film noir is The Big Sleep.  (Yes, I know the video clip is from The Maltese Falcon.  Calm down.  We'll get to that.) It's also my second (or third) favorite Bogart flick.  But for all of its crackling dialogue, dark twists and incendiary chemistry between Bogie and Lauren Bacall, the movie has one hole in the plot big enough to drive a Packard through.  From  Wikipedia:
The Big Sleep is known for its convoluted plot. During filming, allegedly neither the director nor the screenwriters knew whether chauffeur Owen Taylor was murdered or had killed himself. They sent a cable to Chandler, who told a friend in a later letter: "They sent me a wire ... asking me, and dammit I didn't know either".
In some detective fiction, such as the adventures of Sherlock Holmes, the story is entirely about the plot.  And sometimes, as in the case of The Big Sleep, the story is much more about the atmosphere. About characters so compelling you'll follow them into danger down dark alleys and into abandoned buildings just to see where they'll take you.  Just to see of they'll survive and if, in the end, some rough justice is meted out to the bad guys.

(What do you want me to do? Count three like they do in the movies? That's what Canino said to little Jonesy.)

This is what I think Nic Pizzolatto, was attempting with True Detective Season III, which, after commanding my attention for seven episodes, reached what felt like an unfinished and unsatisfying conclusion last night.

FYI,  from here on out There Be Spoilers, so if you don't wanna look, then turn back now.

(That's one Eddie!)

However mostly I'm going to violate the First Rule of Writing (actually the Sixth) that I try to impress on students when, every now and again, I find myself in front of a classroom or seated in a writer's semicircle.  That whatever meaning or feeling you, as the writer, intended your story to convey, if it baffles your audience or flies over their head, then you're doing it wrong.

I don't care if (as I have been told by more than one student) that whatever-it-was "really happened".  If it didn't happen on the page then, for the purposes of storytelling, it didn't happen.  Instead, what you the writer are seeing when you read your own words is only half the story -- the part you actually put down on paper.  But the the rest of it?  All that vital, visceral stuff that you think is obvious to everyone?  Those are intentions and imaginings which your brain is imparting to the story, but are not actually there, alive and on the page.

And the only cure for that I know of is to let your writing cool off and come back at it with the ruthlessness of an editor who, as Faulkner said, is perfectly willing to "kill your darlings.” (Hence the typos that always frequently occasionally and charmingly slip into my blog.  This is a fast-fast, hit-it-and-quit-it medium, and since I have no editor or First Reader but myself, I rarely have the luxury of allowing my posts to cool off for a few days and then coming back at them with my Merciless Editor Hat on.  And trust me, I do have a Merciless Editor Hat.)

So I am breaking that rule in order to tell you what I think Nic Pizzolatto (who has more accolades for writing than I have pairs of clean underwear) was trying and failing to get up to with the finale of TDIII.  An explanation which sorta fits the facts as we know them.

Put simply, I think the entire season was Amelia's novel.  Her second novel.  The one Wayne knew she really wanted to write and that he told her with great tenderness she should go off and write.

Consider that, of all the professions which Amelia could possibly have, Nic Pizzolatto made her an aspiring (and, later, very successful) novelist.

Just like Nic Pizzolatto.

A crime novelist.  Just like Nic Pizzolatto.

Which means it is perfectly plausible that this whole third season of True Detective was her novel, told from her third-person nearly-omniscient perspective of Wayne's perspective.

(That's two Eddie!)

If this was the case, I don't think Mr. Pizzolatto stuck the landing.  Kinda blew it, actually.  Which is a real shame.  Not nearly as bad as "the little boy fell out of bed at it was all a dream" but I think, if this is was the particular fence he was swinging for, he could have used another couple of drafts and a couple of episodes to smooth out the truncated and jangly way he brought the story to a close.

Next time just call me, Nic.  Happy to help and my rates are quite reasonable :-)

And whether or not we ever hear from Nic Pizzolatto what he intended, I think this theory bears up better than any other explanation I've heard.

Because, when you think about it. pretty much everything we the audience actually learn about the Purcell case comes from information Amelia could have gleaned from Wayne, or (in the manner of a novelist) she "discovered" by putting her character in the right place at the right time, or making her character capable of sweet talking detectives, or having key characters (like Junian "Mr. Exposition" Watt) available to her a critical moments.

As to the rest?  The connections she couldn't have known about or the conversations she couldn't have overheard?  Or the very literary device of using as the inciting action for the entire show the arrival of a True Crime teevee show documentarian.  One who asks Old Wayne probing questions and slowly reveals to him vital and recently discovered evidence ?

Amelia invented all of that as the needs of the story dictated.  Because that's what novelists do.

Because we as readers (or viewers) know that part of the story-telling game is allowing novelists to perform all kinds of tricks with space and time and memory that we agree to judge only by their verisimilitude.  By their appearance of being true or real.

Mark Watney was not stranded on Mars, but for 369 pages I was happy to let Andy Weir let me believe otherwise.

There is no Maltese Falcon, but for the price of an hour and a half of my time, I'm always delighted to let Sam Spade, Brigid O'Shaughnessy, Joel Cairo, Kasper Gutman and poor Wilmer spin for me a tale of the stuff dreams are made of. 

And so it is here, with the very real Nic Pizzolatto inventing a crime novelist named Amelia Reardon who is, in turn, telling us a story about Life and Death and The Harvest Moon.

As the invisible narrator of the story, Amelia-the-fictional-crime-novelist has the freedom to zoom around anywhere she wished, in any timeline she chooses.  She can go in and out of strange and dangerous places.  She can reference other infamous child abduction cases that exist in the same fictional universe.  She can afflict Wayne with a memory that fails him whenever the needs of the story require it, and she can give him a happy ending sipping sweet tea on the porch with his children, grandkids and best friend.

She can also adjust the plot so that the poetry she is reading to her class whenever Wayne drops by always matches the mood of plot.  Of all the children's books in the world, she can make it so she was reading "Jungle Book" to her children -- the story of a young man lost in a hostile jungle -- as we learn hints about Wayne's harrowing time in in the jungles of  Vietnam, and as he see him getting more and more lost in the jungle of his failing memory.

She can shape the plot so that Wayne always manages to pick up her book (which he never read) on just the right page and just the right time, just as she can shape the plot so that sex with Wayne is always earth shattering.

She can do the very literary thing of "framing" her story so that it begins and ends on the same beat:  in this case, with two kids -- a boy and a girl -- riding away from home on their bicycles.

And most tellingly, she can write herself out of the story as needed -- a main character who dies at some point during the intervening years but whose specifics are never discussed -- and then insert herself back into the story as a recurring hallucination to comment on what's happening and advance the story forward in abrupt ("Maybe Julie Purcell isn't dead!") and specific ways. 

She is Nic Pizzolatto's own "Kilgore Trout": a fictional writer invented by a real writer as a device to tell the story in the way the real writer wishes it told.

But while I applaud the effort, the result left me shaking my head.


The Wages of Sin ... Barely Cover My Bar Tab.


Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Genre Writing


It's a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer!
Like the fantasy or science fiction genre, success in writing in the political genre does not depend on whether or not what you are writing about is even remotely possible in the Real World, but instead relies on the writer's ability to manipulate the tropes of the genre.

Time travel paradoxes must be addressed in time travel stories one way or another, because readers would revolt if t'were otherwise, and dragons dominate the culture and history of Westeros because, for chrissake man, there have to be dragons:
Phyllis Eisenstein (1946-present) is an American science fiction and fantasy author. She is a friend of George R.R. Martin's. She had a big influence on A Song of Ice and Fire when, during the earliest period of Martin writing the series, she suggested to him that he include dragons and magic when he was more inclined to leave out the fantastical elements. A Storm of Swords is dedicated to her, as Martin thanks her for making him "put the dragons in".*
This rule not only applies to what a writer who wants to sell his or her stuff within a specific market should include in their stories, but quite often there are equally inelastic rules about subject matter which is verboten.  Fred Pohl reminisces:
...Kay Tarrant had come with the job. Her official description was secretary-assistant, but as John preferred to do most of his own typing, she spent most of her time copy-editing the manuscripts he bought (and those bought by his successor, Ben Bova, as well) to prepare them for the printer.

That was not necessarily an arduous job. John did not normally go in for the kind of lavishly creative editing that characterized, say, Horace Gold’s tenure at Galaxy (and infuriated so many of his contributors), and when John took a notion to rewrite sections of a particular story to make it more like John’s image of what it should have been, he did it himself.

But Kay Tarrant, too, had impulses that went beyond the simple correction of faulty grammar, spelling or punctuation. She hated — hated! — smut. And she devoted her life to erasing every trace of it from the magazine.

This, of course, had an effect on the corps of science-fiction writers, a sadly rowdy lot. The more troublesome ones initiated a contest to see who could get something bawdy past Kay Tarrant. Many of them tried. All saw their best inspirations slain on the copy desk until George O. Smith stepped up to the plate. He won when he got past Miss Tarrant’s eagle eye his definition of a tomcat as “a ball-bearing mousetrap.”
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Which brings us around, in a rambly kind of way, to the genre of Very Serious political writing in America.  It is a genre which is decidedly fiction and for which there are apparently no lower-limits to the writing skills demanded by the marketplace.

It also comes with a couple of simple rules which you must follow if you want to actually make a living at it and not waste your time and talent on collecting piles of rejection notices high enough to ski from.

First Rule:  Anyone even slightly the Left of the Grand Nagus is a hippie-dippie pot-head refugee from Woodstock:
The Freakification of Bernie Sanders

Shoot me.

These weren't your everyday Americans who came out to support Bernie Sanders on Tuesday. The self-described democratic socialist kicked off his long-shot run for the White House in his adopted hometown of Burlington, a lakeside city full of characters who might not have passed the pre-selection process for Hillary Clinton's tour of round tables...In the afternoon, a "people's assembly" of hundreds of Sanders supporters gathered in City Hall Park, where dreadlocked guitarists played in the morning and patrons browsed at the nearby Hempest, which advertises itself as the largest organic hemp product store in the world.
I don't know Jonathan Topaz, nor do I know much about his work. His bio is that of a smart, shining young man out of the Ivy League with a pretty cool name, but this passage should be a career-killer. What, pray tell, young Jonathan, do "everyday Americans" look like? Perhaps like the Duggars of Springdale, Arkansas? The hayshaking Bible-banging cultists whom I saw gather in Iowa earlier this spring? Sheldon Adelson? But Jonathan should not bear the punishment alone. Every editor, sub-editor, and researcher who read this and didn't say, "Holy hell, this is some cheap bullshit right here. It's beneath even our standards!" also should find their careers taking on water...
Second Rule:  Every problem and conflict in the Universe from entropy to the Anglo-Zanzibar war was caused by the aforementioned hippies.  If no hippies are readily available, blame The Extremists on Both Sides and move on.
The Tired Old “Both Sides Getting More Extreme” Meme

In my recent book and elsewhere, I’ve noted that the meta-narrative Republicans were promoting—and much of the MSM was echoing—during the 2014 midterms was that the Great Big Moderate Adults of the GOP had gotten the crazy extremist Tea People under control, and were ready to govern in a serious way that Serious People could appreciate. An important sub-narrative to the completely phony Republican Shift to the Center was that Democrats were moving to the left so fast that they’d probably start singing the Internationale at party events before long.

A lot of people who don’t completely buy the GOP Shift to the Center are happy to promote the false equivalency classic of Everybody’s Polarizing at Exactly the Same Pace. But there’s one species of observers who are deeply invested in the Democratic Lurch to the Left meme: Republican “moderates” who spend a fair amount of time criticizing their zany brethren and need an excuse to reassume the Party Yoke when elections come around.

Peter Wehner is one such person, and so he pens the classic so’s-your-old-man-and-actually-maybe-your-old-man’s-worse op-ed for the New York Times. Ignoring the fact that most actual lefty Democrats think Barack Obama is too much like Bill Clinton, Wehner’s case almost entirely depends on contrasting the noble centrist Big Dog (who, of course, conservatives denounced as a godless socialist when he was actually in office) with the left-bent Obama.
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In the last 100 years, (unless you count Scientology) fantasy and science fictions stories have done no harm to anyone and have been a source of wonder, entertainment and occasional wisdom to hundreds of millions of people around the world.

In the last 30 years, the Both Siderist genre has become the foundation stone on which our Elite Media has been built, has made a few people enormously wealthy, has provided undeserved employment to thousands of hacks, con men and professional rat-fuckers and has done incalculable damage to our democracy.

And while the present condition is dire and getting worse, I take some comfort in believing that, 100 years from now, people will still be reading and loving "The Lord of the Rings" and "A Canticle for Leibowitz" while the entire corpus of Both Siderist claptrap will either be dead and forgotten, or studied with incredulity by future historians:
In Search of Historic Bobo 


If you want to start a brawl in the media scholar faculty lounge at any major university, stick your head in the door and ask them to settle the question of the historical authenticity of "David Brooks" once and for all.  Then duck, because this is the subject which has most loudly and aggressively divided students of the so-called "Fucking Crazy Years"* of American political media for the last century.

Of course as every high-school student knows, almost all of the original digital and analog records of the Guild of Pundits during that period were destroyed during the Great Discontinuity -- the early 21st century's Elite media's last ditch effort to evade accountability for their crimes.  And what few fragments we do have from that time come down to us filtered through the fun-house mirrors of surviving backups of the "fuckingblogs".  

And yet such is the enduring fascination with the fallout from those terrible, lunatic "Fucking Crazy Years" that despite the paucity of first-hand evidence (or perhaps because of it) thousands of master's theses, doctoral dissertations, best-selling "histories", graphic novels, stage plays and dirty limericks have been written about the era.  

(Artist's rendering of "David Brooks" offering a ritual "Social Security" sacrifice 
at the Temple of St. Reagan)

And as the original events have been sifted and re-sifted by popular culture, fan fiction and hermeneutics, the academic world has more-or-less evenly divided itself into two, irreconcilable orthodoxies -- the Historical Brooks versus the Fictional Brooks -- each of which finds strong support for its own theory in the literature itself.

Based on the radically divergent accounts of writings attributed to him during a single decade, roughly half of all professional media historians -- The Historicals -- subscribe to theory that "David Brooks" in an amalgamation of several real but wildly different people. The other half -- The Fictionals -- maintain that since so much of what he was alleged to have written was so obviously false and absurd, "David Brooks" had to be a literary contrivance: something analogous to Poe's nameless recounter of "The Telltale Heart" or Greta Van Sustern -- a fictional narrator whose own pathological unreliability is integral to the story...


*  Full disclosure:  Phyllis is a pal of mine.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Skills


David Brooks' has a shiny, new future waiting just for you!

Well, not you exactly.  You can hop the nearest ice floe and disappear into oblivion as far as Mr. Brooks is concerned.  But he does have a bright future prepped and open for business for his affluent neighbor's kids, some of his students at Yale and a few of his fellow passengers on the Acela Corridor express.

So yay!

But what (you ask) are these mad skills that are the entree to Mr. Brooks' Brave New World of Tomorrow?

And how does one get them?

And can I haz some?

The answer to your last two questions are "Magic Eight Ball says 'It's...fuzzy'' and "No", so let us concern ourselves with your first question.

But first, let me tell you a completely true story which will pay off at the end of this post...

Once upon a time, many years ago, back when I hadda full time job with a nice salary, decent benefits, an important-sounding title and a lunatic/sadist manager, I was called upon to put together a presentation for a forum we would be conducting with representatives of a friendly, foreign government.

I was on a team of three, and we each did their own little show.  Mine was so comprehensively better than anyone else's that, as we took our show on the road (all the way to D.C. and back), the other two acts in our road show fell away, and mine became "the" presentation.  Also, it stopped being "my" presentation, and became "our" presentation.

Also, because it wowed 'em, my boss benched me and he started doing the entire act, start to finish.

Then, one day, they needed to lay off staff so that more politically connected people in other departments would have a soft place to land.  Which is how -- during the week of Barack Obama's first inaugural and in the depths of the Great Recession -- I was kicked to the curb.  (Since that time I have done equally excellent work in a variety of part-time/no-benefits jobs at a considerably reduced salary, and have been laid off from each of those jobs in turn -- five times in six-and-a-half years now.)

Funny thing, though.  A couple of years back a friend of mine who works pretty high up in Chicago city government emailed me a briefing my once-upon-a-time boss had made to some Very Important People.  And lo and behold, what do I find but my little presentation, which had moved up in the world; had gotten a promotion and job security and gone merrily on without me.  Of course by then any embarrassing reference to my existence had long since been sandblasted away right down to the "Created By" tag in the file information folder, but otherwise it was virtually unchanged since the day I had brought it into the world.

So, end of that story for now, and back we go to the subject of the skills which Mr. Brooks describes in the second half of his column (the first half is about teachers and Big Data and "microgestures" and such): skills which, unsurprisingly, are either: those skills which will be of greatest value in the coming American feudal state, fulfilling the desires of a small, ruling clique who are expertly serviced by anticipatory and technologically proficient valets...or are the skills about which that small, ruling clique ruminate dreamily at cocktail parties, Aspen Institute weekends and Davos.
For example, in today’s loosely networked world, people with social courage have amazing value. Everyone goes to conferences and meets people, but some people invite six people to lunch afterward and follow up with four carefully tended friendships forevermore. Then they spend their lives connecting people across networks.
I would be willing to wager my next month's salary against Mr. Brooks' salary that not "everyone" goes to conferences.  And of the small minority that do, a very high percentage are now being sent to "webinars" because they are cheap and you employer can have you at your desk working on the Markelsen report at the same time you are wolfing down some lunch at the same time you are learning about the paradigm-shifting power of whatever.

But please continue, David.
Similarly, people who can capture amorphous trends with a clarifying label also have enormous worth. Karl Popper observed that there are clock problems and cloud problems. Clock problems can be divided into parts, but cloud problems are indivisible emergent systems. A culture problem is a cloud, so is a personality, an era and a social environment.

Since it is easier to think deductively, most people try to turn cloud problems into clock problems, but a few people are able to look at a complex situation, grasp the gist and clarify it by naming what is going on.
I have watched my Liberal brethren and sisteren synthesize complex political and cultural problems and "name what is going on" for decades now, and so far the big payoff for has been that we are either willfully ignored by people like David Brooks or told to fuck off by people like David Brooks.  
So color me doubtful.

On the other hand, I am sure that this is much talked about as a desirable skill at the parties Mr. Brooks attends.  And I will keep it in mind the next time I am plunged into a power struggle over, say, the fate and future of NBC, where the millionaire titans of the digital communications industry are running through the corridors with their hair on fire screaming thought-leader gibberish while throwing every insane idea at the wall to see if anything sticks because money:
By last summer, [then-newly-minted NBC President Deborah] Turness finally came around to what others had been saying for a year: Gregory had to go. She secretly began searching for a replacement. Todd was the obvious heir, but Turness and Fili-Krushel also considered blowing up the show. At one point, they sat down with Jon Stewart to gauge his interest. “They were exploring it in the way of, ‘Maybe it’s time to do something ridiculous,’ ” Stewart told New York last year. Stewart passed, and in late July, they settled on Todd.
But so far NBC has ignored my clear and specific directives, and out here where 90% of the rest of Murrica lives and works, it is extremely unlikely that your boss (Out here in Real America we have things called "bosses", David.)  wants you to think outside the box because it is very likely your boss drew the damn box.  In fact, your boss lives in the box, along with his wife and his kids and his house and his mistress and his other house and his boat and so on.  

What your boss really wants is to be seen as innovative without actually moving the contents of the box around in any significant way.  He wants...adjectives.  He wants just enough new paint on the old box so when he struts his stuff at the next Chamber meeting, his peers will whisper, "That Joe sure is one paradigm-shifting motherfucker isn't he?"

But propose something actually and disruptively new?  Tell her something uncomfortable and true that might put a real dent in the box?

Hello unemployment!

Moving on, Mr. Brooks suggests:
Making nonhuman things intuitive to humans. This is what Steve Jobs did.
I know how attractive it must be for the newly divorced and "desperate to get remarried" David Brooks to push for quicker advancements in the field of lifelike and pliant sex robots.  But for you, the average American human middle class worker, betting your family's future on learning to anthropomorphize technology seems nuts.

Mr. Brooks continues:
Purpose provision. Many people go through life overwhelmed by options, afraid of closing off opportunities. But a few have fully cultivated moral passions and can help others choose the one thing they should dedicate themselves to.
Because if he didn't shove the word "moral" into it, how would generations unborn know David Brooks wrote it?  Also, this sounds a lot like the kind of weirdly diffracting sentence one would construct if one had spent many years as a moral scold and "disordered family" finger-wagger and suddenly had to explain to a paying audience why he was divorced.  

But hey, that's just me.  

Speculatin'.

Opposability. F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote, “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.” For some reason I am continually running across people who believe this is the ability their employees and bosses need right now.
For the moral coward who made money writing long, screechy paeans to orderly families, old fashioned values, the military and economic genius of George W. Bush and the stupidity and depravity of Iraq War opponents...and went on to make even more money preaching the gospel of Both Siderism...and then made even more money writing thundering sermons on the need for Judgment, Accountability and Atonement...and then reacted to simple questions about his long, screechy paeans to orderly families, old fashioned values, the military and economic genius of George W. Bush and the stupidity and depravity of Iraq War opponents by denying he'd ever said such things...well, color me shocked that Mr. Brooks would try to use Fitzgerald's quote to make being a weasel into a virtue.

But as a skill?  Go ahead and try to earn a living out in the real world telling your boss that maybe she should do one thing...or maybe she should do the exact opposite.  Because opposability!

See you at the next job fair, moocher!

It turns out, the punchline which punctures these dreamy dreams is to be found, of all places, in the Wall Street Journal.  In an article from late last year in which we find some blunt and practical wisdom about skills for the 90% of American humans who will never make it past the gun turrets and human resources department and into Mr. Brooks' Brave New World of Tomorrow.  It seems the #1 problem with the real skills gap which real American human trying to make a living really face has nothing to do with opposability or creating lifelike sex robots who will coo over your every New York Times jot and tittle (Ohhh Mr. Brooks.  Your 251st column about Both Sides being wrong makes me soooo horny!) 

Instead, it turns out, a lot of employers are cheap bastards who -- surprise! -- just don't want to pay for what they need
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But the fault rest with employers, not workers, says a new working paper from Peter Cappelli, the director of the Center for Human Resources at the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School.
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Mr. Cappelli says a better explanation of the inability to fill certain jobs rests with employers themselves. The “obvious solution” to “virtually all the skill problems reported by employers is to increase training and produce the skilled workers they want themselves.”

Much of the evidence in support of a skills gap could be explained by employers who are no longer willing to train their employees or raise salaries, and instead want to be able to hire people with exactly the right skills–and on the cheap. Mr. Cappelli points to data showing apprenticeship programs are being abandoned. The number of apprentice programs registered with the Department of Labor declined to 21,000 in 2012 from 33,000 in 2002, and the number of apprentices has plunged from 280,000 from 500,000 a decade ago. If employers really faced a damaging shortage of workers, this would be an odd time to abandon programs to train employees.

Rather than facing an insurmountable skills gap, some employers may have a different agenda, he concludes: ”No doubt some component of the complaints is simply an effort to secure policy changes that lower labor costs.”
So there's that.

And also this -- the conclusion to the totally true story I started way up above.

The one skill that has been of use to me on every job I have ever had was storytelling.  

For real.  

From crafting RFPs to applying for grants to writing speeches and press releases and scripts to preparing briefing books and white papers, no skill in the workplace is both as critical and staggeringly undervalued as the ability to construct a clear and compelling narrative, targeted to a specific audience to accomplish a specific purpose.

Conquering the terrifying blank page with words in a row.  

Using those words to build a complete and engaging story in whatever time and within whatever parameters I am given.  

And doing it well, over and over again.  

This has never been the job I was hired to do, (Go look up 'Writer' in the Help Wanted.  Be prepared to laugh.) but it has always ended up as a huge "other duties as assigned" part of every job I have ever landed.  Because every organization needs this done, and damn few are capable of doing it at all, and fewer still can take policy-wonkese or clinician-speak and turn it into a story that can hold the audience's attention and move them in your direction.

Unfortunately, no matter how critical it really is to the health and success of the organization, no executive staff or HR department in modern, post-literate America has ever categorized griot as a vital skill, so be advised that being a capable and gifted writer will not save you when the terminator comes to kick you to the curb.

That is, unless you specialize in one, very specific of genre writing.  

The kind of writing that David Brooks has built a career honing to a razor's edge. 

The gentle art of telling the rich and powerful exactly what they want to hear. 

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Having Seen The Cover


I am...suspicious.

From the Daily Beast:
Friends Say Harper Lee Was Manipulated

Four people who know Harper Lee and reside in or near Monroeville, Alabama, say they believe she does not possess sufficient mental faculties to make informed decisions about her career. Publisher HarperCollins announced Tuesday that Lee’s second novel, Go Set a Watchman, will be released this summer, but residents say this goes against Lee’s expressed wishes for her career...
Unless she is being mistreated, leave Harper Lee the hell alone.

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

Caddying For The Dalai Lama



It continues to appear as though I am much more widely read on the DL than my traffic, comments, link rate, employment prospects and contributions would indicate.

On Meet the Press, White Soul Brother Number One -- David Brooks -- was joined by the profoundly crazy Ben Carson to have a National Conversation About Race ™ because who better...
 Brother Charlie Pierce from Tuesday morning:
SOUL BROTHER NUMBER ONE: MISTER DAVID BROOKS ON RACE
By Charles P. Pierce on December 2, 2014
As the proud owner of a stack of rejection letters tall enough to be able to ride the Full Throttle roller-coaster at Six Flags Magic Mountain unescorted, I get it that sometimes there simply is no market for what one writes.

So if there really were no market for what I write or how I write it, I'd understand.

But clearly there is.

So after a decade of writing into the abyss I have to conclude that it's me, personally, who for some reason is unwelcome at the grown-up table.

Well, so be it.

On the plus side, it is my understanding that when I die, on my deathbed, I will receive total consciousness.

So I got that going for me.

Which is nice.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Ask a Professional



If you want good advice on how to write, sit down with someone who tinkers words together for a living and can actually teach.

Now, in my experience, these are two radically different skill sets.  One is based on an ability to smoothly walk through all the steps necessary to roughly replicate the same experience with a different audience over and over again.  The other involves failing at something -- often spectacularly -- over and over again, until you give it up as a bad idea or you get it right.  Then, once you have either chucked it or refined it into its purest state you're basically done,,. and it's time to start over again with the failing.

(Pro Tip: If, based on these descriptions, you have no ideas which one is teaching and which one is writing, probably neither profession is for you)

Jessica Lahey sat down with someone who does both extremely well here:
How Stephen King Teaches Writing

Looking back on his days in front of a high school classroom, the acclaimed writer shares his views on grammar and explains why discovering great literature is like losing one's virginity.
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You should check it out.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Fetish Objects


Way back at the end of the last century, I happened to pass a book display at a quaint, old-timey "Booke Store" offering to sell me All!Four!Count!'Em!Four! "Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace" books as a set.  

Since I was not about to shell out one pfennig for the novelization of one of the shittiest movies of all times --



-- I had no idea why anyone would even consider asking the buying public to invest in a four-pack of such awfulness.  

Were there some interesting difference between them?  Alternate endings?  Some, subtle printing errata that would make such a thing valuable to a collector?



Nope.  Just the same, shitty story with four, different covers.  Mass-produced fetish signifiers designed by marketers to convince already-gullible fanboys to exchange a chunk of actual money for the privilege of displaying a matching, 4-volume set of booklike objects on his shelf  in order to further validate and underscore his status as a member in good standing of the club.

Might as well have been blank pages or a slab of  plastic for all the value they were supposed to hold as books.

Of course, Star Wars games and action-figures and sleeping bags and dildos will never die, but books are a different matter: no matter how rabid the fan base, eventually the market for identical, useless, pricey, book-shaped crap that performs no other function besides taking up space on an already-crowded shelf will start to collapse.

Bear that parable in mind as you read this:
Killing Conservative Books: The Shocking End Of A Publishing Gold Rush

A decade ago, mainstream publishers became convinced they could make millions by churning out books for the right — and now the bubble may be bursting. From Allan Bloom to Ann Coulter.

The conservative book business has seen better days. Ten years ago, the genre was a major source of intellectual energy on the right, and the site of a publishing boom, with conservative imprints popping up at industry giants like Random House and Penguin. But after a decade of disruption, uneven sales, and fierce competition, many leading figures in the conservative literati fear the market has devolved into an echo of cable news, where an overcrowded field of preachers feverishly contends for the attention of the same choir.

“I think the problems in the conservative publishing arena are more acute than in the rest of the industry,” said Keith Urbahn, former chief of staff to Donald Rumsfeld, who now runs a communications firm in Washington and works as a literary agent for conservative authors.
The challenges afflicting the market are varied, but in interviews with BuzzFeed, several editors, agents, and executives faulted the same trend they were celebrating in 2003, when mainstream publishers began elevating conservative editors, like Adam Bellow and Adrian Zackheim, and luring high-profile Republican figures like consultant Mary Matalin into the book business. At the time, many on the right welcomed this development as the sort of victory that had eluded them in Hollywood, academia, and the mainstream press — a mass influx of conservatives that would wrest the industry from the hands of liberal elites, and work to reverse the tide of the culture wars.

Instead, what followed was the genrefication of conservative literature. Over the next 10 years, corporate publishers launched a half-dozen imprints devoted entirely to producing, promoting, and selling books by right-leaning authors — a model that consigned their work to a niche, same as science fiction or nutritional self-help guides. Many of the same conservatives who cheered this strategy at the start now complain that it has isolated their movement’s writers from the mainstream marketplace of ideas, wreaked havoc on the economics of the industry, and diminished the overall quality of the work.

Editors at these imprints face unprecedented pressure to land cable news and radio provocateurs like Ann Coulter, rather than promote the combative intellectuals, like Allan Bloom and Charles Murray, on whom the business was first built. “You are left to rely completely on cable and radio [for promotion] and as a consequence of that, you have to provide those venues the type of material they want,” said Bellow, who runs Harper Collins’ conservative imprint, Broadside. “It’s become a kind of blood sport and the most ruthless gladiator comes out on top.”
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The Conservative book publishing industry has always been one of the more painfully obvious Wingnut Welfare slop troughs. The quality of the writing generally ranges from dull, Soviet-style rote recitations of party-line propaganda, to just embarrassing, to poo-scrawlings on the madhouse wall, and on the rare occasions when the ideas manage to rise even to the level of cut-and-paste Republican bumper stickers from 1988 they are invariably touted as the state-of-the-art in cutting-edge Conservative thinking.

For the "author", cranking out a Conservative book means a payday, a free ride on the Mouse Circus  merry-go-round and a means to up your speaking fees.

For the "reader", buying such persiflage and stacking it on your shelf serves the same purpose as Rick Perry's suddenly-conspicuous glasses: a prop for stupid people to feel smart Because Books! 

Friday, November 18, 2011

Ramesh Ponnuru's Wingnut Purity Creds to Expire -- UPDATE


in 3...2...1...

(Original Post from 11/15/11)


The reek of psychosis and doom coming off of the Party of God has apparently finally triggered the long-suppressed gag reflex of the smirky little weasel who wrote "The Party of Death: The Democrats, the Media, the Courts, and the Disregard for Human Life":

Republicans Lose Way by Misreading Bush History: Ramesh Ponnuru
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The view that Republicans must avoid accommodation at all costs -- that the principal obstacle to achieving conservative policy goals is a lack of spine and not, say, a lack of popular support -- made them lose at least two Senate races in 2010. In Colorado and Nevada, conservative primary voters rejected two electable, conventionally conservative candidates because they were considered part of a compromising establishment. If Republicans fall two votes short of repealing Obama’s health-care plan in 2013, the mythology they have created will be part of the reason why.

That mythology influences the Republican presidential primaries, too. It’s why they have, to an unusual extent, showcased unpopular ideas that have no chance of going anywhere, such as abolishing the Environmental Protection Agency. It is part of the reason for the resistance to former Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney: Conservatives fear he would be a big- government Republican, like Bush, and lead the party again to ruin.

Meanwhile, the real mistakes of the Bush years keep being made. Republicans had nothing to say about wage stagnation then and are saying nothing about it now. The real cost of Republicans’ fixation on ideological purity is that it distracts them from their real problems, and the nation’s.

What will happen next?

If history any guide:
  1. Ponnuru will be loudly Frummed out of the inner circle of the Party of God with the usual round of ritual tantrums.

  2. He will be welcomed with open arms and tangible perks into the Wingnut Expatriate community.

  3. He will Frum along for awhile, fence-straddling nicely by precisely balanced out potshots at the increasingly drooling, unhinged Right with vague criticisms of the imaginary sins of fictional Liberal.

  4. Ponnuru's agent will append the word "Reasonable" to his Conservative CV.

  5. Someone with clout in the Mainstream Media will fall in love with him.

  6. He will crank out another crappy book, carefully calibrated to flatter the Romneyites, flick boogers at the Palinites and shit all over those damned Liberals who are just the worst!

  7. His crappy book will have the words "Lessons" and/or "Renaissance" in its very, very long title.

  8. This time his crappy book will not be published by the ultra-right-wing, Bircher-inflected "Regnery Publishing" but will be released by Mary Matalin's slightly more upscale, ultra-right-wing, Cheney-inflected "Threshold Editions" imprint at Simon & Schuster.

  9. Once David Brooks moves on to become David Broder 2.0 on a full-time basis

    Chunky Bobo will be elevated to the top Reasonable Conservative spot at the New York Times, after which Ponnuru will be brought in as second chair.

Finally, at no point during this latest reshuffling of America's Conservative media courtiers will anyone be gauche enough to mention that the Filthy Liberals were, once again, absolutely right all along.

Still, over here in the cultural ghetto of Liberal Central Command, we will all laugh and drink our chardonnay and laugh some more.

Then we will go back to being right.

All along.



UPDATE 11/18/11: As predicted...