The 0-fer Intersection

Many years ago, when I was a micropress publisher, the first book I put out had an introduction written by Samuel R. Delany. This was a coup, because Delany had built a significant fan-following over his years in publishing, first in science fiction and then in the high-brow world of literary theory. He loved the short stories that we were publishing and, while his introduction may not have convinced a single person to actually read the stories, I believe his imprimatur did boost sales. I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that having his name on the cover helped us move tens of books. (I keeeed: I was not a good publisher.)

A year later, shooting the breeze in his impossibly book-lined apartment, Chip (as I’d come to know him) asked me what the press’ next book would be. I had no ideas, so he offered me two collections of his letters, one set from 1984 and another from the early 1990s. I looked over both sets of bound photocopies. I thought about the cachet of publishing new work by a guy who’d written some of the seminal science fiction (and fantasy) novels of the 1960’s and ’70’s. I considered the kindness he was bestowing by essentially offering to waive any royalties in order to strengthen the micropress.

And I told him, “Y’know, Chip, I’d love to say yes right now, but I have to tell you: I’ve never read a single book of yours. Given that fact, I’m a little nervous about committing to publishing a book by you.”

He chewed on his lower lip for half a second, reached over to one of the many bookshelves in his apartment, and said, “Well, why don’t you read the Einstein Intersection? It’s quick and somewhat representative of my earlier work. You can read it in a day or two and then let me know if you still want to publish my letters!”

I did, and I did and we published 1984 a year later. (Neil Gaiman gave us a blurb for that one; I’d actually read his work beforehand.)

So that’s our 0-fer of the week: I was once asked to publish a book by someone whose books I’d never read.

I’ve gone on to read a bunch of Chip’s work, including his best-known novel, Dhalgren. I’ve even volunteered to proofread his galleys under crazy time constraints (the all-time craziest being the 30 hours I spent poring over the reissue of The Fall of the Towers back in 2003). Despite my insecurities, we’ve stayed pals long after I closed the press down, and that brings me to the point of this piece: to wish my pal Chip a happy birthday!

Many happy returns, y’hirsute galoot!

Break time

After yesterday’s epic post & comments (thanks, everybody!), I’m taking today off to find He-Man.

(Actually, I’m just going to be editing columns for the March ish, but same dif.)

Payback!

Evidently, if you click through this

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and order a Kindle 2 from Amazon, I’ll get a 10% kickback!

I really like my v.1 Kindle, and the improvements in v.2 aren’t significant enough for me to upgrade, but if you’re on the fence about whether to get one, you can read my rambles about the device in general here, here, and here.

My biggest complaint remains that the store doesn’t have all the semi-obscure (read: less commercial) stuff that I read, esp. that Everyman’s edition of Montaigne.

What It Is: 2/9/09

What I’m reading: Montaigne, Clive James, and a big photo book on Robert A.M. Stern’s buildings and projects from 1999-2003.

What I’m listening to: The soundtrack to The Darjeeling Limited.

What I’m watching: RuPaul’s Drag Race. And something manly. Oh, and Broken Flowers, in which all the roads Bill Murray is seen driving on are all north Jersey and New York state, generally along my morning commute. My wife recognized Rt. 4 instantly, when Murray drove past the Joyce Leslie store across from Bergen Mall.

What I’m drinking: Plymouth & Q Tonic, as well as some beer that my pal Sang brought over for the Superbowl last week.

What Rufus is up to: Getting drenched during our Sunday greyhound hike, courtesy of weather.com’s failure to give any word beyond “Cloudy a.m. / Sunny p.m.” Still, we got some nice pix! (Amy, of course, took better ones; if she posts ’em, I’ll link.)

Where I’m going: Nowhere special, but I should come up with something good for Valentine’s day (which is also the birthday of my brother and my dog)!

What I’m happy about: That I managed to replace a toilet flapper and supply valve stem without incident!

What I’m sad about: That when a new business contact for my day job proposed we have a lunch meeting to get acquainted last week, I suggested the White Castle on Rt. 59. He accepted and, while we had a great 2+-hour conversation, we couldn’t sit directly across from each other, on account of Slider-breath.

What I’m pondering: When it’ll be okay to listen to Katrina & the Waves again.

Mauled

There are several awesome things about this NYTimes article about shopping malls:

  1. it’s written in the second person;
  2. it turned me on to deadmalls.com;
  3. it is a near-parody of the Times‘ legendary condescension toward “flyover” country, but not near enough;
  4. it is completely blind to the ways in which Manhattan is becoming an imitation of northern New Jersey mall culture.