If some bold and adventurous publisher hadn’t taken a chance on JK Rowling, James Joyce, Raymond Chandler, Agatha Christie, Vladimir Nabokov, Stephen King, Charles Dickens or John le Carré, they would have continued their lives as teacher, singer, petroleum executive, housewife, entomologist, gas station attendant, law clerk and spy. Their stylish stories and brilliant characters would have rotted away in a drawer or a hard drive, never to come to life on page or screen. An unbold publisher is not unlike a jailer, keeping all those characters prisoner in their pages, unable to sing and dance, and enlighten.
How many other vivid, inspirational characters and stories have we been deprived of by today’s fearful publishing industry? How many other writers are still driving trucks, selling cars, frying Big Macs, exterminating termites or picking strawberries? We know publishers are legitimately afraid of being obliterated by self-publishing and e-books but is fear good for publishing? Will it cause them to produce books with the same bland vanilla characters often found in self-indulgent self-publishing? Or will it make them publish more books with colorful, feather-ruffling, mind-stretching characters? Who might, incidentally, make more money than the bland vanilla stuff.
We understand publishers’ promoting and brandifying well-known, best-selling authors and their books to the broadest possible demographic to stay afloat and also to generate cash. This cash gives them the means to publish lesser-known writers, not to mention un-discovered ones still working themselves to the tendons in poorly-paid, soul-destroying jobs and maybe bitterly burning manuscripts containing characters who could possibly entertain and illuminate the world.
So, we buy the books featuring Katniss Everdeen, Bella Swan and Robert Langdon in the hope publishers will eventually be able to publish more books featuring characters like Jonathan Pine, Scarlett O’Hara, Sherlock Holmes, Joe Kavalier, Henry Skimshander, Miss Haversham and Charles Swann.
Pen and ink drawing by H. M. Brock: "’Well, aged parent,' said Wemmick, 'how am you?'"