Against the Odds
Thomas Jones · Bloated Advances
'Fanfares, ticker-tape parades and pompom-wielding cheerleaders failed to greet the news that the UK economy grew by 0.1 per cent in the quarter-year to December,' John Lanchester wrote in the last issue of the LRB. But in some parts of the publishing industry, premature celebration seems to be underway. Have the heady days of inexplicably bloated advances already returned? Sceptre recently paid more than £100,000 for a first novel, Rules of Civility by Amor Towles:
Set in New York in 1938, the novel traces 'a watershed year' for narrator Katey Kontent, a young woman of 'formidable intellect, bracing wit, and uncommonly good legs'.
The editor at Sceptre who bought it, Jocasta Hamilton, says she made the extravagant offer 'over a very appropriate midday Martini'. Very appropriate. It's hard not to think there's some wishful thinking at work in the enthusiasm for a book about someone who 'makes it against the odds' as the Great Depression is coming to an end.
According to the Bookseller, Hamilton says Towles's style is like a mixture of F. Scott Fitzgerald, Edith Wharton and Truman Capote. Lily Bart, Jay Gatsby, Holly Golightly – probably not the first three names that spring to mind when you try to think of characters who 'make it against the odds'. But perhaps that's the point: Towles can't, surely, have written a genuinely upbeat book set in the year of the Munich Agreement. All will be revealed when the novel comes out next spring, assuming its publication isn't thwarted by the British economy collapsing completely in the meantime.
Comments
Cliffhanger! Will Katey Kontent defeat Karen Klimber in race toward social summit?! Will her ignominious roots shackle those uncommonly good legs???
Stay tuned...
hey...with enough irony and art deco, it could work...
(There should be a name for the experience of seeing a first name you've never seen before used together with a surname you've neve seen before. The Katey Kontent effect, perhaps.)
Sceptre's silly advance is good for a headline in the Bookseller, and will probably get the novel on to a 3 for 2 table at Waterstone's (at deep discount) on the back of it, but it's bad for Sceptre's midlist authors, and any writer who thought they were signing to a publisher rather than a bookie.
If Amor Towles has more books in him -- and wants his publisher to care about any of them -- it's bad for him, too, but perhaps wondering about the future is the very silliest thing to do right now?
I much prefer irony to cynicism.