In The Ghetto
from a fearful, cautious profession (in crisis) these are the frequently
asked questions (when a manuscript lands on an editor’s desk):
1. Will the marketing department ‘get it’ and feel able
to sell it (“What’s the angle?”)?
2. Does it fit into an identifiable genre?
3. Can it be adapted into a film or television drama?
4. Is the author young and good-looking? They must look cool and sexy
in those colour supplements.
5. Is it written by a celebrity?
6. Does the author give ‘good’ interview? No retiring modesty.
It’s a gang-bang thing now, all in it together, this promotion
game.
7. Is it similar to another book that has sold well? Better still, identical.
8. Is it, you know, a bit shocking and controversial?
9. Will it translate easily on to posters and adverts? A single clear
image and idea.
10. Does the subject matter summon the zeitgeist of the times and set
an agenda for the broadsheets? Consumer delirium, chicks looking for
Mr. Right and vice versa, middle-class aspirational life in London, How
I Became an Olive Tree in Andalucia and Found Myself etc.
Note: None of 1-10 relates to quality or originality.
Further Note: We don’t care about 1-10.
(Imagine: all the stuff that slips through that you’ll never see.)
If I Can Dream
Pomona, it goes like this. Not 1-10, but that we are inspired, moved,
provoked, irritated, made to laugh and cry and feel something: that
we are wracked with jealously and joy when we discover someone better
at writing and living and getting it all down in a way that gives a
quantum nudge to reality, that readjusts our consciousness. Makes us
see the world and ourselves differently. That’s what books are
for.
Burning Love
Unlike other publishers, we don’t offer advances. They hike
up costs and turn a book into a white-knuckle marketing ride. Authors
want to work with us because we only do projects we love. And we die
for them, daily. Editing, cover art and photography, type design, author’s
photo, the press and promotion campaign, ads and posters—just
the three of us do everything. It fills up and stretches our lives,
keeps us awake at night. We work only with people we like and respect
too. (Life is short.)
The deal is simple: once costs are covered (pre-arranged contractual
costs), publisher and author share profits 50/50. Most publishing houses
offer between seven and 12 per cent in royalties once the advance has
been recouped.
Stuck On You
Pomona’s house style has been designed by Christian Brett.
His brilliant concept will run to an extended family of fiction and
non-fiction titles—some more radical or funny or bizarre than
others but all from the same bloodline. We want you to recognise a Pomona
book and learn to trust—there’s not enough of it about these
days.
Anyplace Is Paradise
We’d like our potential authors to own a few of our books and
instinctively feel a kinship. It would be pointless to list the essential
requirements of books we wish to publish (passionate, life-affirming
etc) because all authors believe this to be true of their work.
Instead, we should say what we don’t want: anything self-consciously
trendy (see No.10 above); sicko blood-everywhere psycho stuff (you’ve
plenty of other places to go with that); crime/thrillers; pseudy, wordy
nonsense; books celebrating criminals or misanthropists; fantasy novels;
comic novels; books about spies; self-help books; cosy life-in-a-village
books about vets, doctors, district nurses et al.
We could go on but hopefully you’ve got the point. Write your
life, the detail, the quiet and loud bits, things that matter—from
here to there and back again. Be strong. Work hard.
Pomona’s books are distributed by
Central Books
99 Wallis Road
London
E9 5LN
Authors/agents:
Step Off!
Lamentably, regrettably, much tears and everything...but until further
notice we will not be able to look at any manuscripts sent in. Despite
our honourable intentions and idealistic notions, we find ourselves unable
to press on with all the wonderful books we wanted to publish, new writers
we wanted to discover etc. In the meantime, we're slimming down a bit,
pulling the front door to, and would ask that you bear with us until
we're bigger, better, richer. This may take some time! |