I had a lot of unfinished, unsuccessful reads this month. I moved some of my books around and found a romance novel I’d bought by a favorite writer. I’d picked the book up more than a decade ago, when I was getting everything she wrote. This one was her first novel, I think, and ooooh, it showed. The things that make her wonderful were there, […]
There’s less reason to game the Times list now, however. The list has bifurcated so much that you can climb the top of one of the many lists with sales that my first novel (which didn’t even sniff at the list) blew out of the water in its first week twenty-five years ago. Big publishers don’t make a lot of money on 5,000 copies. Indies do, compared to expenses. But big publishers do not.
So, the amount of work that someone had put into placing Sarem’s book on the bestseller list made no sense to me at all. Where was the profit here? What was the point? Bragging rights are nice, but unless you have money to burn, ordering 18,000 copies of your own book is pretty expensive.