My star seems to be in ascension. A couple days ago I got a super cool review on NPR. As if that wasn't cool enough, superhero librarian Nancy Pearl is the one doing the reviewing and recommending.

If you don't know who Nancy Pearl is, you should. Any you know that any librarian with her own action figure is a force to be reckoned with...

If that weren't enough, I also recently got wind of a review in Science Fiction and Fantasy Magazine. Michelle West wrote such a flattering, descriptive, spoiler free review discussion of the book that I realize I will probably never have much luck being a reviewer myself. I don't think I have the knack.

Anyway, my point is that things were looking pretty rosy moving into today. Two embarrassingly good reviews, my student's tests were graded, and my amazon rank was ridiculously high (#240). I was half convinced that the local woodland creatures were going to wake me up, sing me a song, and help me get dressed for school -- Cinderella style.

Because they didn't show, I had to find my own socks and consequently I was running a little late. So I drove onto campus and found a spot right in front of the building. It even had 20 free minutes on the meter. Better and better.

Then I end up having a disagreement with the local photocopier. I want to make copies of the grading rubric for my class. The machine wants to take a big old shit on my day.

Ultimately the machine wins. It even manages the trifecta by denying me my copies, devouring the one and only copy of the rubric, and making me five minutes late to my own class.

Everything went downhill from there. The class was a trainwreck. Because dealing with the photocopier took all of my class prep time, I looked disorganized and clueless. I wrote all over the dry-erase board with a big bright red non-dry erase marker. (Not my fault, someone left it there.) I looked like an idiot several times and some of the students actually were talking to each other and laughing at me.

Lastly, toward the end of the class I said something in response to a student's comment that was meant to be a general statement for the class, but I think was interpreted as me being bitchy at that student. *sigh* I don't know.

It's strange how quickly your day can turn to shit. In some ways it's even worse because everything else was really good before that. If you spend the day picking up dogshit it's not going to be a great time, but at least you know what you're in for. You're braced for it. It's different if you're just having a picnic and someone hits you in the face with a turd.

And with that lovely image, I will leave you. Hope your day is going better than mine.


Best,

pat

P.S. 204. That helps a bit.

Labels: emo bullshit, nancy pearl, reviews, turd

Ok, I have a confession to make. My name is Patrick Rothfuss, and I am addicted to Amazon.com.

Not for the reason you might think, while I do use Amazon to occasionally pick up cheap DVD sets and hard to find out-of-print stuff, I actually do most of my book buying from the local independent bookstore. It's hard walking away from Amazon's sexy, cheap books, but I feel better about shopping locally. I know the money is staying in the community.

No, I'm addicted to Amazon for another reason entirely: the Amazon Sales Rank.

For those of you who don't know about it. The sales rank is how well your book is selling on Amazon compared to all the other books. As I write this, I can see my rank is at #1224 among all books. A very respectable ranking, especially considering that I'm a new author.

What you might not realize is that authors don't have any way of finding out how well their books are selling. We can read reviews and take guesses, but for the most part, we don't have access to any real factual information about how well are books are selling. Every six months we get a royalty statement and that's about it.

What we do have is the Amazon sales rank. You want to know the maddening thing? It updates, like, every 15 minutes or so. That means that I am fucking compelled to keep a Firefox instance open to my book's Amazon page ALL THE TIME. Then, no matter what I'm doing, I can hop over and click refresh. Again, and again, and again. Just to see if it's changed.

Ooh. Now I'm at 1028! Someone must have bought a book! Maybe two! I am a tiny god!

Because I'm constantly refreshing on Amazon, I've also developed a secondary addiction to the Amazon reviews.

Generally speaking, the reviews have been good. People like the book, and they have been generous with their praise. Every time I saw another 5-star review I got a warm fuzzy, and for several months, I was powerfully proud of my unbroken 5-star average. Then a few people gave it 1-star reviews and my average dropped to 4.5 stars, causing a great wailing and gnashing of teeth on my part.

Still at 1028.

As a whole, I respect the concept behind the Amazon reviews. They're like true democracy in action, everyone gets to chime in and let their voice be heard. PHD in English literature? You get 1 review. Fourteen year old boy who loves Nascar? 1 review. Benobo chimp addicted to methadone? Assuming you have a credit card, you get a review too.

Still 1028. Maybe it doesn't update every 15 minutes.

While I respect the egalitarian nature of the Amazon reviews, it does tend to occasionally remind me how really low the lowest common denominator really is. A couple days ago some choad posted up a 1 star review because the book was 900 pages (which it isn't) and because he'll have to wait for book two to come out. I can respect a bad review if the person makes a few salient points, but my suspicion is that this guy hasn't even read the book.

Nooo! I'm at 1375 now. I suck. The Karma gods are punishing me for defaming some poor anonymous reviewer's character. And perhaps for the gratuitous use of the word 'choad.'

Okay. Another confession. I just bought a copy of my own book to see if it would make the Amazon rank go back up. It didn't (I expect there must be a delay.) But when I made my order, I saw that right now they're selling my book for less than fifteen bucks. How cool is that? I'm all about shopping locally, but 40% off is a significant chunk of money.... Maybe I should buy a few more... Is it tacky to give away your own book as a Christmas gift?

Okay, I've rambled long enough. I should get back to revisions of book two....

Later,

pat

P.S. Still 1375.

Edit:
P.P.S. In the comments below, RoseNeko posted a link to an article so perfectly relevant to this that I wanted to LINK IT HERE for all of you to see. Bless you Neko, and the person who wrote this article. Maybe now I can start letting my obsession go.

Y'know... using 'P.S.' Doesn't make much sense anymore. For one, it was a convention that came about when you wrote letters longhand, so the P.S. was necessary in case you left something out. Nowadays there's no reason to leave anything out. Since I'm typing everything out, I could just go back and add it into the original post.

What's more. P.S. stood for 'post script.' But I'm not scripting anything, I'm posting a blog. So really, it should be P.P. for 'post post.'

But somehow I don't think that's going to catch on...


P.P.P.S. 1087

Labels: addiction, Amazon, reviews, sales rank

I love talking about writing. I love talking about books I like and what makes them work. Alternately, I like talking about books I hate and what makes them suck.

So it goes without saying that I love talking about my own book, too. When people read my book and want to ask me questions, it's fun answering them. I'm proud as a new mother talking about her baby.

But there is one question I do not love. One question that I've never really been able to answer.

It usually comes up in a casual conversation that goes something like this:

Me: So what do you do?

Them: Oh, I'm getting my PHD in advanced beverage management. What about you?

Me: I teach and work on my novel.

Them: You're writing a novel? Wow. What's it about?

At this point the conversation can take two different paths. Most people really don't care about the novel. They're just making a polite social noise. So I say, "Oh, it's about a lot of things," and the conversation moves along to another topic.

But some people are really interested. They ask follow-up questions, gently encouraging me to talk until eventually I break down and try to explain it. Because, ultimately, and I WANT to tell them what the book is about, I just suck at it.

Them: What's it about?

Me: It's... well, it's kind of the story of a man's life. An exceptional man. It's sort of like a behind-the-scenes look at the myth of the hero. As the story progresses you see the truth of this guy's life is really different than the legends that have grown up around him over the years.

Them: Oh, I –

Me: But it's more than that. It's a mystery. The story centers around his attempt to uncover the hidden truths of his world. It's about what it means to be human. It's a love story, too. It's a story about stories. About how everyone tells stories, but at the same time stories shape our lives.

Them: Um, Okay, I guess that –

Me: It's about adventure! It's about a world so real you can touch it. About love, loss and betrayal! Truth! Beauty! It's like a thousand angels singing in your head! It's a three-day orgasm with super-size fries and a footrub. It's.... it's....

Them: [backing slowly away.] I'm just going to go hide behind something if that's alright with you....

What makes it hard is that I'm trying to be honest. If I just lied to these people about my book, it would be easy:

Then: So what's your book about?

Me: It's The Princess Bride meets Fight Club, with a little bit of Pirates of the Caribbean sprinkled over the top.

Them: Sweet!. [Leaves at a sprint to go buy the book.]

It's probably this particular deficiency that caused me to get endlessly rejected back when I was writing query letters to agents.

What's the point of all this? The point is that my particular handicap has helped me really appreciate the art of the review.

In the last month or so, my book has been getting reviewed. It's a new experience, having strangers read my book, then publishing their comments up for the world to see.

I've never read reviews before. The most I want to know about a book or movie is if it's good or not. No details. When I read a book or watch a movie, I want to experience it uncluttered with any previous knowledge or expectations.

So this last month has been an eye opener for me, because the reviews have been rolling in, and I'm curious what people have to say about my baby. Er, I mean my book.

My newly formed opinions of a review is this: a bad review summarizes a story, like a third grader's book report. A good review delves deeper, they not only tell you why it a book tickled their fancy or left them cold, a good review shows you what a story is about, what lies at the heart of it.

And, since that's something I've always had a hard time expressing, it's really interesting watching other people do it. I know the book better than they do, of course, but they're better at describing these things. Sometimes I read a review and think, "Yes! that's it! Why couldn't I have said that?"

Sometimes I read one and think, "Huh, I'd never considered that before, but I guess that is sort of a central theme...."

And, of course, there are a few where I read them and think: "The hell?!?" Luckily, these have been few and far between.

Anyway, here's a few reviews that I read just today, that led to this rambly musing.

One's from Locus, which is one of the high-mucky-muck sci-fi/fantasy magazines out there.

And this one is from a smaller, independent reviewer on a website called Flames Rising.

In some ways I'm jealous of these people who get to read by book for the first time. They get to see the book from the outside. That's something I'll never be able to do.

Later,

pat

Labels: reviews