DO PUBLISHERS SEE THE WRITING ON THEIR WALL?

It is interesting that the Digital Book World Conference & Expo (January 23-25, 2012) has on its agenda a forum named “Changing Author Publisher Relationship” with six speakers representing big name publishers, but no authors.

I have tried to draw this obvious deficiency to the conference organizers, but the only addresses one can reach are for registration. I have paid $25 for the exhibit day, but I do not have the hundreds of dollars I would need to attend (Individual Full Conference - $1,495.00).

So let me give a piece of my mind to the conference here on our website:

My take is that the publishers are feeling the competiton coming from people to whom they have been giving short shrift: the self published authors. We are already circumventing the barriers publisherdom has been setting in front of independent authors by uploading our stuff ourselves onto Kindle, Nook and other media, and printing our books as our own publishers. We pay the costs connected with making our works public, we promote ourselves at our own expense, and we wear out our own shoes peddling our books to bookstores and libraries.

No wonder there is writing on mainstream publishers’ walls.

If they want to prevent the approaching collective bankruptcy of their industry, they had better start talking to their bread and butter, which includes us, the “self-publishers,” aka independent authors,

Our organization is ready to start exploratory talks, and you, our members, can help by rounding up many more to give us clout as strong in numbers as it is in the principles we espouse.

I have published this blog also on the website www.indiePENdents.org -- the home of self-published and independent authors and their supporters. Join them

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INDEPENDENT AUTHORS AS LEGITIMATE PUBLISHERS

It is time for independent writers to change the vocabulary of publishing.

The truth is that everyone who writes and self-publishes is also publisher of her and his own works: All others provide the services that we need to see our books in print and in digital form.

An independent writer is his or her own publisher even though he or she gets books to market through services calling themselves "publishers."  CreateSpace, LuLu (and many of the unfortunately less ethical businesses) provide editorial, formatting, printing and/or uploading.SERVICES for which they get PAID.  They have or hire the presses which print our works for distribution on demand.  Their PR efforts on our behalf, if we choose to use them, are essentially mass mailings to lists of addresses, another service for which we pay.

That is not publishing.

When an author isn't under contract with someone else, isnʼt paid for his or her manuscript and isnʼt promoted by a publisher, THE AUTHOR IS THE PUBLISHER.  My latest book reflects that fact by carrying my own imprint: Editions JML HIBOU (French for owl, as in wise, a joke I am entitled to at my age).

I chose my own editor (a great one - I was lucky to find her), who also formatted the book for printing and uploading to various e-formats including Kindle and Nook. Had I used the editorial services of one of these firms, it would not mean that they are my publishers.

The cover was my design executed by a local artist. If I paid one of the services for it, that would not warrant calling them my publisher.

I am by necessity both the publicist and the marketer of my books until someone else buys them from me and makes a contract with me on their printing and distribution.

When I started writing Requiem for a Country, I had secured my own ISBN number, only to find that each printing press I chose insisted on issuing their own, thus curtailing my own freedom on the market. I paid LuLu to be listed (in their own sweet time) by Ingram, which will supposedly get me into the Books in Print. But this will not  get my book into the bookstores: I will have to buy and provide quantities and guarantee, at my own expense, their return if not sold.

If I have to do that, I am not only the author but the publisher, a businessman and a gambler. Try getting a bank to underwrite that!

Let me throw in a wild thought: should we gang together, could we use indiePENdents to negotiate with POD presses and dictate the terms of publishing? Probably unlikely, because our organization would have to become a kind of business that we have no inclination to be. As individuals in this group of independents, we should, however, collectively pursue imagining ways to promote our cause.

We should not be inhibited by having silly dreams: Bring on your ideas and I am sure some of them will become THE SOLUTION.

This blog appeared first on the www.indiependents.org website.

AN INTERFAITH FOUNDATION 

HONORING THE ITALIAN PEOPLE 

Italian Goodness co-existed with Italian Tragedy because the fascist rule did not succeed in snuffing out the Italian soul. That is why so many individual Italians share the honors among the righteous listed in Yad Vashem, The Holocaust Martyrs' and Heroes' Remembrance Authority, located in Jerusalem, Israel. And this is why I am proposing the establishment of foundation which -- as part and parcel of the homage to those who perished at the hands of the fascists -- will make sure that the collective example of the good people of Italy during WWII becomes known and not forgotten. 

I would like to live and see such a non-profit foundation pay homage to and promote the truth of the humanity the Italian people showed to Jews during World War II. While the fascist government in Rome was an ally of Nazi Germany, and as such introduced racial laws imitating Hitler's, the people of Italy by and 149 

large resisted racism. While millions perished in Europe, thousands of Jews who survived the Holocaust owe their lives to the fact that the majority of Italians never lost their human soul to the hatreds of the time. On the contrary, ordinary people of Italy — and even some of their lower rank clergy — played pivotal role in helping, hiding and protecting Jews against the Nazis and Mussolini‘s Salò Republic. The number of those deported would have been more tragic but for the active resistance of Italians to the raids and deportations. 

In the absence of general knowledge about this truth, and indeed against an unexpected resistance to it, it is my wish that the foundation should provide a balance by publicizing testimonies of survivors, spread documents on the righteousness of Italians in the face of grave danger to themselves, and promote the knowledge about the humane role of the Italians -- in the media, on campuses, in schools and universities, as well as in Holocaust Museums worldwide. 

Bosnia on my mind

. . . it never could be the same again, this shattered marble mosaic, now missing so many of its colorful Jewish chips. Out of 75,000 Yugoslav Jews, fewer than 5,000 found their way home, less than 1,000 to Sarajevo—a skeletal remnant of a once whole native people. I realize now, fifty years later, it was too late to return to the old coexistence, to dream of brotherhood, with an integral part of the community already wiped out. But for a time we continued to dream of co-existence, purposefully oblivious to the face of reality.

The gruesome slaughter of Sarajevo Jews had mostly been carried out by locals. In concentration camps in Croatia, for example in Jasenovac, the native koljači (throat-cutters) went about the killing in such a barbaric way that it shocked even the Germans. So many bodies were thrown into the Sava river that the downstream current ran red with blood all the way to Belgrade. 

Also there in search of the old hometown was my cousin Izzi, the nemesis of my youth, whom I’d last seen at the liberation of Rome on June 14^th, 1944, as we welcomed the triumphant army of General Mark Clark. He was now a man of responsibility, father to Daniela, whom Flora had delivered just days before a most difficult exodus from Asolo to Rome. Our world was now at peace as Izzi and I walked these streets again, slowly taking in the familiar sights.  

I noticed a couple of field wagons, each pulled by two big Bavarian draft horses, the kind used to transport heavy loads of beer barrels. But they weren’t loaded with beer barrels.  They were piled high with some very familiar furniture.

“Hey,” I told Izzi, “that’s our stuff there!”

Our family’s furniture was easy to recognize, as it was all hand made to order. The kilim-covered divans from our Turkish Room; my parents’ pale beige-green bird’s-eye maple bedroom furniture; Art Nouveau, matte finish, black wood upholstered round armchairs. The shining grand piano had to be ours as well. I stopped the caravan, left Izzi to stand guard, and headed for the nearby police station. We confiscated the contraband, but I refused to press charges. I didn’t know these people, and I didn’t want to know who was behind all this wartime robbery. I set it aside, blocked it out, did my best to forget about it. 

I was twenty-four, ready to start life in the society of my dreams.

(From The Last Exile)

Business World online:

Sarajevo stunned by screening of Jolie war film

SARAJEVO -- Angelina Jolie's™s movie about the Bosnian war brought back harsh and powerful memories on Thursday at a screening in the city where many of the most brutal events of the 1992-95 conflict occurred.

You can read full content here

http://www.bworldonline.com/content.php?Section=Arts&Leisure&title=Sarajevo-stunned-by-screening-of-Jolie-war-film&id=43945

What a coincidence! 

The release of Requiem for a Country (December 2011) came around the same time when the movie about the last Bosnian war, Angelina Jolie's A Land of Blood and Honey, started showing in theaters.

I published Requiem as a sequel to The Last Exile (November 2009). It is a comprehensive,  documented, annotated and footnoted political memoir about losing my native Bosnia twice -- in 1941 in the WWII and again in the three-pronged hostilities and genocides of the 1990s. 

The movie made both my books quite topical again .

THE HISTORY CLASS

My new work is dedicated To All The People Everywhere Torn Out Of Their Roots

Segments of the project have been shown in power point presentations in Princeton, Plainsboro, and Kean University. A handout with a chronology of events was distributed at each event.

THE HISTORY CLASS will soon be made available in its entirety on Kindle, 159 pages with sixty pictures, drawings and maps.

I will also have it printed, but only in a limited luxury edition of thirty numbered and autographed copies.

For a taste of the work, here is its beginning:

"I survived the Twentieth century. This is about the why and the how.

"I was born Jewish and in Sarajevo. For both reasons, my life didn’t develop according to my own plans. Instead, I was water-boarded so to speak, slapped around by world events.

"In spite of all that has happened, the ‘Jewish problem’ remained unsolved for people like Hollywood’s Mel Gibson, Dior’s John Galliano, and TV’s Charlie Sheen, to mention just a few latest drunks. It may never end.

"As I was growing up in Yugoslavia, antisemitism was rising at home mimicking Hitler’s in Europe.

"In 1941, he occupied our country and forever destroyed our way of life. This was our second time in five centuries, only worse.

"This story IS about just one man, but it is also a history lesson on a generation and its century.

"A diminishing number of us still bears witness to the murderous bacchanalia of the Twentieth Century savages. When we leave as we must, the atrocities perpetrated on the Jews for being Jews will be terminally forgotten and repeated.

"Now, I’ve said it."



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