Book reviews & audience in the Internet Age

Book reviews are the published writer’s reality show. Many of us cannot help ourselves. We peruse them to get a glimpse of our beloved audience, for better or for worse.

(Side note: A quick search on the history of book reviews came up with nothing! I cannot help but wonder when the first reviews were published in periodicals. Anyone?)

Remember, much of a writer’s time is spent alone in a room with a notebook or laptop, maybe in a cafe or library. Even when surrounded by people or pets, we’re often in our own worlds. By the time a book is published, we are hungry for ways to eavesdrop on the reader as she reads our words and enters our worlds.

Book reviews give us a window. Of course there are book signings, readings, and book clubs visits–all wonderful way of making contact. But for every one town we visit, there are hundreds we cannot. Historically, how did writers reach loyal readers and gain new ones? Book reviews.

Until the arrival of the internet. Suddenly writers (and artists, musicians, etc.) had new ways to connect with their audience and with each other. It started with message boards and blogs,  then myspace, facebook, and twitter. Ah, twitter.

I know that I’ve written about this before. Sure, there’s a lot of mundane filler on twitter, but there are also gems. For me, it’s nice to know that at 2am I can dip into twitter and connect with others also working during the witching hours, a patchwork picture of the creative process: Felicia Day peruses casting submissions for The Guild, Neil Gaiman works on his Monkey book, Leonard Nimoy shares an old photograph from his early days on film, Molly Robison writes a Ouija-inspired ghost song, Ellen Kushner listens to the final mix of her radio play The Witches of Lublin, Amanda Palmer composes an analysis of Rebecca Black and music today, Kabriel designs a new double-breasted vest, Kyle Cassidy shares his beautiful portrait of Michael Zulli. Along the way they talk to fans and to each other.

But back to book reviews. They carry weight. Depending on where they appear, they carry different types of weight. A New York Times book review is not the same as one posted on a personal blog. However both are online, are collected by google, reach people around the world, and can influence readers.

One twitter friend who reads The Silence of Trees sends out a tweet about how much she loved it. Perhaps ten of her friends go out and buy a copy on Amazon (or on kindle for $.99) Five of them love it and tweet about it, or post it on facebook, and so on it goes. The readership grows. It’s remarkable really. Word of mouth can become viral on the internet.

Speaking of viral and reviews, doubtless some of you have heard about the author who publicly trashed a book review and damaged her reputation (if not, here you go.) She broke the rule, you never respond to book reviews except to say, “Thank you.”

I don’t always share my book reviews, but I do read all that I can get my hands on (thank you, Google Alerts). I’m sure this will change in time. Published writer friends have told me that I will eventually stop reading the reviews. Perhaps.

This book review written by Kristen Thiel on The Nervous Breakdown made me happy:

“The Silence of Trees is a modern American narrative steeped in fairy tale. Though some scenes are rather laborious, most provide excellent vehicles for conveying Ukranian folklore and religion, the surrealism of war and immigration, and a woman sharing her story with both bluntness and wonder, the mixed result of finding her own voice after decades of restrained living.

Few book reviews start with a foot rub but, really, more should. In one of the most thrilling scenes in Valya Dudycz Lupescu’s first novel—exciting for its unabashed passion and feminism, and most important for the new story it promises to start even thirty pages from the book’s end…”    Read the rest here.

Tastes vary in style, story, genre. I understand that everyone will not like everything I write. I understand that people will take issue with a story or poem or book or a character for any of a hundred reasons. Some will love it. Some will just like it. Some will not. I guess that’s why they tell you not to read the reviews. So that you don’t get paralyzed as a writer.

As writers, we can read the reviews; we can share them (if we want); and we can bite our tongues and keep writing.

Thank you to everyone who takes the time to write a review for The Silence of Trees on their blog or on Amazon or Goodreads. For new writers, you are our PR teams.

And thank you, Kristen Thiel. You made my Thursday morning.

Words Keep Blowing About In Drifts

It never fails. When I plan to go to bed early, I’m hit with inspiration. When I wish to edit the larger manuscript, I’m overwhelmed with short stories. These are not bad problems to have, and I find that it certainly helps me to have several projects in the mix at any given time. I do need to finish up S.C. though, and instead I keep getting these lovely little stories. I promise myself that I’ll just jot down notes, but it never stops there.

This winter it seems the stories are everywhere.

The Groundhog Day Blizzard

My First

Photo by Rob Lambert

There will be others: some in Chicago, some out of state, some international.

There will be others: some with less people, some with more.

There will be others: some with older crowds, some with younger, some with fans, others with critics.

Saturday, October 23, 2010, was my first. My first reading and book signing for The Silence of Trees at the Book Cellar in Chicago’s Lincoln Square, and over 100 people came to help me celebrate!

Photo by Rob Lambert

I’ve been to many readings and signings for other writers, some with a handful of fans, others with hundreds. Each one has a different personality, a different vibe determined by the style of writing, the personality of the author, the venue, time of day, etc. They share a familiar format: you read, maybe Q&A, then sign. Different people throw in personal touches tied to their particular book.

For The Silence of Trees, we had free varenyky, a lovely cake adorned with the cover, and pysanka cookies baked and decorated by my sister, Nadya, & her friends.

Photo by Eight Eyes Photography

We also had a magnificent vorozhka, a fortune teller who read tarot cards for anyone who purchased a book.

Photo by Eight Eyes Photography

Prepared by my father, Ukrainian music played softly in the background, and a slideshow of Ukrainian imagery flashed across the screen behind me.

Photo by Walter Dudycz

The crowd was friendly and enthusiastic. They ordered coffee, tea, and wine, and they bought additional books to support our fabulous venue. Some people even brought in their previously purchased (and already read!) copies for me to sign.

Photo by Walter Dudycz

I read from the first chapter. (My husband attempted to record the reading, and if it turns out I’ll post it, but he was also chasing after our kids who were there and vying for my attention.) A few folks asked questions and made supportive comments, and then the signing.

Holy cow, I never realized that signing books was such a mental drain!

Perhaps it gets easier with practice? Perhaps I need a better pen? I ask those of you who have been doing this for far longer, does it get easier?

(Please share your experiences in the comments. I would love to hear about your first reading/signing, either as a writer or audience-member. )

After the first 50 books, the look of my own signature began to appear wrong, and there were more to sign! If I stopped to think about what I was doing, I got tripped up. Toward the end I was asked to sign in Ukrainian! A challenge on an ordinary day, shifting gears back to my first language at that point in the evening was tough. Thankfully they offered assistance. (Дякую!)

Photo by Eight Eyes Photography

In line, people stopped to chat and offer congratulations. It was overwhelming and wonderful, and I was surprised by some of the friends and family who were able to make it.

While I signed, my mom served varenyky, my sister passed out cookies, some friends jumped in to pass out cake. It reminded me of family parties or my father’s political fundraisers from my youth, when everyone would jump into their roles and help out at an event. We learned early on that you don’t stand around when there’s work to be done.

Photo by Rob Lambert

The staff at the Book Cellar were helpful and courteous, as always. After two Conclave Journal release parties, I feel at home there, and I’m never disappointed by their service.

Now that the book is in people’s hands, so many have contacted me to tell me that Nadya from The Silence of Trees reminded them of their mothers or grandmothers, their wives or mothers-in-law I’m so delighted! I wrote this book to honor those women, to share the type of experiences they lived through.

Photo by Rob Lambert

So that was it. My first book launch, and I wanted to record my impressions before I forgot, before I got caught up with the events on the horizon: Halloween parties, more readings/signings, the Hall of Fame Induction.

Thank you to my family and friends, to all who came out on the 23rd and to everyone who has ordered the book online. If you haven’t ordered your copy, you can buy it on Amazon, through wolfswordpress.org, or ordered from your favorite bookstore.

One last request, if you have read The Silence of Trees, please take a moment to review it on Amazon. The reviews help it to rise in the ranks get and get more attention! Thank you.

To see more photos from the signing, go to: Rob Lambert’s Photos

and Eight Eyes Photography (coming soon)