Wrote a piece for my brother's site about disruption and the publishing industry:
My first year as a working writer I made a hundred and thirty-five dollars and ate a lot of generic poverty noodles. My second, a bumper year, I broke two hundred. It was encouraging, but not enough to upgrade to those fancy Maggi noodles the big, prize-winning authors get. After a decade of freelancing, though, I"d made it. I could mostly pay my rent and buy any damn noodles I wanted, as long as I was happy to sleep under a pile of old hessian bags on a brown couch in a share house. I didn"t go into writing expecting to make money and it turned that my expectations were entirely realistic. Starving artist KPIs? Nailed "em.
And then I wrote a book about living on brown couches in share houses-He Died With A Felafel In His Hand-and all of that changed, at least for a while.
The nineties and noughties were a golden age in publishing. Books, newspapers, magazines, they all made the sort of money that paid for long lunches which turned into late dinners with open tables and murderous bar bills, settled with somebody-else"s corporate Amex in the first light of dawn the next day.
And then… it was over. Not for me, not straight away, but both industries in which I worked-publishing and media-were disrupted with extreme prejudice. The Great Recession starting in 2008 accelerated a structural collapse which had been underway since Mosaic rendered its first webpage nearly fifteen years earlier. The sorrows of media have all been well traversed; the closing of venerable mastheads, the hundreds of thousands of laid-off journalists, the indignities of clickbait, the desperate raising of paywalls, the erosion of standards, the triumph of advertising over editorial, the shit-eating grins of the surviving management cadre as they tried to pretend everything was still totally golden.
But publishing was ok, right? Bookshelves are still full. Stephen King and J.K. Rowling could still fund their own small war in the Middle East if they wanted. And after a decade of chaos and collapse, independent bookstores are even coming back. What"s up with that?
Did the book industry pivot?
Did big publishers get smart?
Can we for God"s sake please get back to the business of long, bacchanalian lunches again?
No, no and not just no, but hell no.