What to say to the 3 people who come to hear you read at a bookstore.
Posted in blog post on March 10th, 2012 by Merrill MarkoeTags: Bookstore reading, embarrassment, Merrill Markoe, poor attendance
https://www.drcarolineedwards.com/2024/09/18/q3swwxu1f0 https://vbmotorworld.com/m128uwsda6 Whenever I have a book come out, friends ask me if I will be appearing at any bookstores. I shrug and smile. This is what I am too embarrassed to tell them:
https://www.thephysicaltherapyadvisor.com/2024/09/18/pui9tycrme There are many perks to being an author. I bet J.K.Rowling would tell you that the only down side to a bookstore appearance is achy cheeks from smiling at so many well wishers. Steven King is probably tired of the hand cramps from signing so many books. But for a lesser luminary…oh, who can I use? For the sake of a handy example, let’s just say me… things are rather different. And when I use the word ‘rather’ I mean it in the sense of the word “vastly.”
Cheap Valium From India The truth is that ever since I first made an appearance at a book store where very few people showed up, even book stores where I have never been asked to appear seem to hold nerve wracking future memories. I am talking about the kind of commonly scheduled event for a newly published book in which an optimistic store manager has gone to the trouble of making an enormous sign bearing the author’s name. The sign I’m thinking of may have been big enough to have been visible from the surface of the moon.
https://www.thoughtleaderlife.com/6hypt6hv6 Of course everything about being asked to speak anywhere is an honor. After all, during the writing process, every author hopes for some kind of acknowledgment and validation eventually. He or she is probably imagining groups of the kind of interesting people they would be honored to have as friends. They are certainly not hoping to one day drive in to a completely empty parking lot, then gingerly tip-toe thru the tumbleweed in a completely empty store, the haunting sounds of a lone harmonica echoing in the distance, as they find their way to a carefully arranged unoccupied seating area just in front of the afore mentioned enormous personalized sign .
source url Now the self recriminations begin as I realize that if I had acted more aggressively, weeks before, this moment might have been averted. My other author friends all have the right combination of smarts and ego that pushes them to send out high pressure invitations to relatives and acquaintances, insisting they attend .But I am always too uncomfortable with the idea of inconveniencing busy friends in the middle of dinner so I am relying on maybe some actual fans?
Good luck to me!
here Usually I begin the process of adjusting to the unnerving scenario that awaits me by taking cover behind a bookcase, where I can have some privacy while I calculate the right moment to ask if its okay if I cancel. While I am trying to figure out how to make a facial expression that looks relaxed and at the same time preoccupied by more important things, I am drowning in waves of terrible memories from junior high school about being forced to attend an after school social event, only to find myself trapped and standing around all dressed up, never getting asked to dance. The paralyzing unpleasantness that this feeling awakens is so intense I can hardly breath as I carefully weigh which are my best options for an excuse that will get me sympathy: a sudden onset of the flu, a sudden death in the family, or a sudden onset of the flu due to a death in the family (from the flu.)
https://marcosgerente.com.br/vq34u0sc But sometimes, before I can make this move and exit the premises, two middle aged women, dressed in down parkas and wearing knit caps, carrying a million paper bags, sit down in the front row. By start time, they have been joined by a balding man in a too tight plaid shirt who looks pleased to be sitting anywhere at all, period. Is it possible they are here to see me? I suppose they could be three fans. But if that’s the case, why is no one smiling or saying hi or even looking up from their I phones when I walk in to the room?
https://everitte.org/fjdswjd “Have some perspective.” I start to remind myself, “Nothing awful has happened. Its not like you’re trapped under a collapsed building in an earthquake in Turkey or have been kidnapped by The Taliban in Iraq.” Though even as I’m thinking this, it is also occurring to me that both of those things would have generated a lot of great publicity for my book.
Order Diazepam Europe Now a story told to me by the novelist Elinor Lipman comes flooding back: about a friend of hers who, facing a 2 person audience, rose to the occasion. She bravely delivered her best reading ever , size of the audience be damned, until mid-way in when a policeman led the whole two person audience away in hand cuffs. For a few minutes, they’d assumed they’d found the perfect place to hide out from a chase.
https://traffordhistory.org/lookingback/ptgv2yo So I take a deep cleansing breath, knowing that others before me have survived this, and say hello to the cheery store manager who tells me how honored she is to meet me and apologizes for the small turn out. This of course makes me feel even worse. If only she had just said something like “This time of year, even Elizabeth Gilbert doesn’t draw a crowd.” But no, she simply shows me to a small podium on which is mounted a microphone so large I think I recognize it from the famous photograph of Pres. Roosevelt declaring War on Japan in his day of infamy speech.
“Thank you,” I say to her, realizing that before I have even tried to speak in to it, the mic is creating noisy feedback. So now I must deal with stadium miking in order to speak to three people who are 14 inches away.
https://www.modulocapital.com.br/78y3vyiowd Anyway, obviously a new outlook for this situation seems to be called for. I will probably have to appear at a bookstore again. But next time I will be prepared with a whole new approach.
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Buy Diazepam Online India “Hello! Hello! Hello!!” Yes! That’s right! A very special personal hello to each of you! You know, you’re probably going to think I’m exagerating but I swear to you: This very morning, I said a prayer that only a hand full of special people would attend tonight. So you three are actually a literal dream come true for me!
Buying Diazepam In India In fact I have to confess, I am instantly so comfortable with you that I’m going to take you in to my confidence; Its really not my nature to gossip about people behind their backs. But from what I have heard, quite a few of the people who didn’t show up here tonight are dicks. I heard from a reliable source that one of them is just finishing book four of the Twilight saga. I mean, come on! Anyone who made it through 2,000 pages of that crap couldn’t keep up with people like us.
https://www.thoughtleaderlife.com/ow7osmvwu So let’s begin! Just as soon as that guy hovering by that book shelf in the back either commits to sitting down or gives up and leaves the store. I can tell he’s trying to decide if he knows who I am.
Sir! Do you need me to tell you who am I? You have an I phone…go on my website and read my resume! We’ll wait! Uh oh. You’re leaving us? There he goes! Never trust a man wearing a radio station free giveaway shirt.
https://marcosgerente.com.br/i6rukvej7 Listen, before I start over again: How about if the three of us make a pact? Next person who sneaks in late, when I clear my throat, can we please all turn in unison, then break into a big hollow smile and, all at the same time say,“Welcome! We’ve been waiting for you!”. After that we’ll just keep smiling and staring and smiling and staring for like two or three more minutes! Come on! How great would that be? I’ll videotape it and we’ll put it on You Tube! It’ll get a ton of hits. I’ll title it “Creeeeeeepy!!!”
Buy Real Valium Online Uk Actually since its just us three…does anyone mind if I skip the reading and…lets have a show of hands! How many of you have been hypnotized?
I haven’t had any hypnosis training but the fact that you’re here on a Wednesday night at dinner time in the dead of winter tells me you have a limited choice of destinations. So if you’ll all just play along, and when I snap my fingers, we’ll all count backwards from fifty. Then somewhere around 30 , you can just drop your heads forward and close your eyes. It’ll make me feel really powerful. And then when I tell you that you’re a bantam rooster, get up and strut and make crowing noises for a few seconds.
You’ll never see me again. You have my word: I’m never coming back to this city. And after the enormous hit my ego has taken this evening, I really need you to give me this moment. Then immediately afterward, I will take the three of you out for coffee and pie and you can show me whats in all those bags.
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click here I love this post, Merrill.
I once went to a reading where I was the fourth out of four people to sit down in a HUGE auditorium (which is the first mistake. Book your talk in a two-butt hallway so it will be crowded). The women reading said at the beginning, “you know, I don’t play the numbers game. If you are here, that’s all that matters.”
The entire time she was reading I was thinking about what a liar she was. I am certain she went home and stuck her head in the oven.
Cheap Valium I bought your book and you’re hilarious. I’m a friend of Henriette’s and met you at your house when you threw her a birthday party. You had some of the best collections of strange things I’d ever seen.
(I also follow you on Twitter)
https://www.modulocapital.com.br/0epgw9q2 I once took 3 buses at night in winter to hear Quentin Crisp, then hid behind a book shelf because no one else was there. Maybe your audience is just weird & shy.
I almost didn’t show up here tonight to tell you how much I loved this entry, but then I thought, ” Oh, don’t be such a dick…”
have the book, really enjoyed most of it, we have the same parents
only mine use some physical force , thanks for the laughs,a fan
I will be the fourth person when and if there’s a next time. And I hope it’s “when,” because your book is brilliant as usual, plus this Bantam Rooster thing sounds like a pretty cool trick.
Thank you Mr. Zevin. The rooster thing will be better than anyone has a right to expect.
I heard you on WTF and immediately identified with the Crazy Mommy – I have one; I hope I am not one. Just got your book and started devouring it. You tell the story of a fellow comic whose mother told him he was not handsome. When I was in high school, I started hearing from my friends that their parents and their parents friends thought I was “striking.” This was news to me – a smart girl/”brain.” My dad had always told me I was beautiful, even when I had a shag haircut and braces, so I knew his vision was less than perfect. So I asked my mom if I was pretty or attractive. I don’t remember her exact words, but the gist was “You’ll pass.” I felt so deflated. What a bitch. I bend over backward to make sure my son and stepdaughter know how beautiful they are. Fast forward many years, and my mom recently had breast cancer. She is so toxic that my brothers and I have to remind ourselves that this beast has cancer, as we call her a f*@%ing bitch to her face! What nice children she has. Really, we are not horrible. My brothers’ re-enacted a scene in her hospital room, where a nurse tried to take away her ziplock baggie of “meds from home” and her ability to – shocker – use the arm on the side where the breast had just been removed, with remarkable ease and strength to seize the precious baggie of meds that were better than what the hospital could provide. We were laughing so hard at the re-enactment. When you’ve been subject to less-than-ideal parenting, you have to learn to laugh about it. One time, one of us was trying out for something in high school, and her response was, “I hope you know what you are doing.” I’m sure she was trying to protect us from likely rejection, but really – how about some support?! “Oh, honey, you’ll do great. I can’t wait to hear how it turns out.” And, then, if you don’t make the cut, “Those assholes don’t know what they are missing. Don’t let them get you down – you are so talented and wonderful.”
Anyway, I am loving your book so far and can’t wait to lend it to my 19-year-old son to read. Hopefully, he will only identify his own mother in a few places.
Love the book. Hope you come to Minneapolis to promote it. I promise to turn out and not hide behind a shelf.
Come to northern Virginia! I’d go to your reading. We booked a well-known and critically acclaimed author of young adult fiction for a library program several years ago. He was awesome, very friendly, and had lots of interesting stories to tell. Which the audience of mostly library staff and public school teachers who had already heard his talk earlier in the day at their schools appreciated and enjoyed. We felt bad, but he assured us that he was used to it.
Then he went home and banged his head on his desk. Thanks for the invitation tho.
My sister took my mother to a Caroline Kennedy book signing a few years ago, but I haven’t been to one since going to see R. Buckminster Fuller, inventor of the Geodesic dome, among other things. He was on a promotional tour of his latest, and last, book, “Critical Path,” about a year before he died, in 1982. I have not read the book, but what he spoke of that day has stayed with me ever since. In these timultuos times, he is more relevant than ever. He could have predicted what is happening to this planet now, and was probably glad in a way that he wouldn’t have to live through it.
Up here in Vermont there is an outfit called Bread and Puppet Theater. They do political theater with 40 ft. tall puppets. One time I volunteered for them, they had me mix clay with my feet in a hole dug in the ground near the hose.
Anyway, while I was mixing the clay Elka, one of the founders, came over to chat. I asked her how B&P got started and she said in the early 1960’s in Greenwich Village they had a shop where they baked bread and gave it out for free. The thing was, nobody came. Then they started charging for the bread and they couldn’t keep up with demand.
Conclusion: people don’t trust free stuff. David Sedaris gets $30 bucks a set and sells out…just saying.
You’re not wrong. Thats what happened with college tuition. The colleges with reasonable/low tuition weren’t getting the applicants. So…they raised the tuition and many more people showed up. But for authors promotion books, there’s no real easy solution. People wouldn’t pay to hear an author promote a new book. David Sedaris had some kind of pact with a supernatural being and it all worked out for him. As soon as I find out what supernatural being that was, I will contact them.
Is there a difference between what Sedaris is doing and what you do when you do a book reading in a store? I must be missing something aside from the fact you’re not charging.
There was an article in Sunday’s S.F. Chronicle that wouldn’t have had half the meaning if you had not already informed us here of the horror of book-signings. This poor guy (saxophonist for the Rolling Stones, author of a memoir) went the route of restaurant-bar venue and marked cognitive impairment. He finished a near bottle of bourbon before “he gathers himself to face the people assembled. He rambles. He loses his place. He laughs. He says ‘I’m drunk– no, I’m tired.'” Boy, this book-signing business is rough stuff. Anyway, can’t say how much I love your (always delightful) blog– special mention for the chronicling of Bob Dylan’s annual Christmas lights and the pure genius Doritos commercial– and your wonderfully brilliant book (I was part of the Daily Show bump). You are a bright spot in the universe!
Thank you. That is one of the nicest things anyone has ever written to me. You just made my day. Thanks again.
I just ran across a link I had saved a long time ago, to your hilarious video of “Something Extremely Important” featuring Puppy Boy and the deflated ball. Now I see you have a new book and I am excited to find it and read it. I really enjoy your writing. Best regards!
If you were a musician, then you would have already given up on the idea that your life’s efforts might achieve some acknowledgement. Performing for 1 or 2 people is kind of an art. Above all…above everything..you need to dig deep into your codependence training and make (MAKE) these 3 people have a great time…not because they will ever tell their miserable friends (they won’t) and not because it will get you some place (it won’t)…but simply because that’s all you could really do on that day.
Oh..by the way…you rock!
Very nicely said. And thanks.