OK, wow. I went offline for about two months and am just now coming back into the fold on this one. I'm sure I can compensate, though...
First of all, Margo, that's awesome, your
average is 60,000 words written in a month? I'm struggling to even get past my (very many) outlines!
Second:
Twilight was traditionally published. Mary Sue Meyer wrote the first draft in 3mo.
Twilight is a multi-billion-dollar empire. But is it any good? I'm in the "OMG Team Whoever is soooo hott" demographic; I picked up the first book at Borders (R.I.P.)
just to see what the hell everyone was talking about, and I couldn't even get through five pages of the damn thing. Now, mind you, I went in with a preexisting bias against the emo self-cutters at my high school who used to write fanfic about having group sex with the toothless wonder, and there have been books I've had to read for class that I thought, oh, this is going to suck (overused vampire pun there), and loved them. I was NOT pleasantly surprised with
Twilight, and so I didn't even bother to go and see the stupid movie or buy any of the stupid merchandise. My feeling is that the book was obviously so horrible that it needed the damn marketing campaign to even clear even.
So I just know the standard for quality over quantity has been lowered to the point of non-existence when anyone and their other brother Darryl and their infinite monkey's uncle can be "published." The sad fact of it all is, nowhere, even in print, and never mind the abhorrent anarchic digital market, is quality even an issue. HarperCollins/Random House/etc. are in it for the money. Quality is probably a turn-off because there's no gimmick involved, no selling point, and my guess is that the editors are probably dumbing down the writing to make the book more "accessible" to a mass audience. Or they're just rejecting everything off the bat (ha, another overused vamp pun!) like people throw away coupons for products they don't use.
The Help is a major exception. It's on my absolutely have-to-read list for Black History Month coming up. I probably won't see the movie, though, until I read the book; I'd prefer to have my own image of what the characters, the home, etc. look like before stupid TV ruins it for me.
But I don't consider myself pretentious or snobbish at all; in fact, I can't stand Jonathan Franzen's stuff because he comes across that way to me -- snubbing Oprah is a big no-no, pal. I do, however, proudly support publishing's state 50 years ago, which would've been 1962. Hearken ye back in your hot tub DeLorean: JFK was still president, and therefore still alive; Dick Clark was still young,
Bandstand was the
Idol of its day, and Ryan Seacrest was barely a sequin in his mother's eyes; and while we're at it, how about some of the works published that year?
A Clockwork Orange, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Silent Spring... oh, and some guy named Steinbeck won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Forty years ago, 1972, America feared and loathed in Las Vegas courtesy of a certain Mr. Gonzo Thompson. In 1982 we saw the slave era through
The Color Purple with credit to Alice Walker. 1992 saw Julia Alvarez's
Garcia Girls lose their accents and Bill Clinton blow his sax (ahem) all the way to the White House. From the point where the self-proclaimed inventor of the Internet became "#2" in command, the info superhighway covered in inconvenient manure has dumbed everything down to the point where a mind is an inevitable thing to waste, and about as useful as an appendix (I don't mean the "tail end" of an encyclopedia).
Then how about this: Besides being Orwell's arguably most well-known title, 1984 gave us the first Mac,
Revenge of the Nerds, and also the birth of none other than Big Brother Lambda Mu himself, the billion-dollar Gates devotee Mark Zuckerberg. Just because I'm supposed to be an avid user of Zuckerberg's "social" nerd-work doesn't mean I am or that I don't know who the J. Geils Band are or what they said...
"Something must've got lost somewhere down the line."
And that something is quality.
I feel sorry for this poor guy because stupid Amazon sets itself out to be the answer to people's frustrations about the conglomerate pub industry, and yet they're positioning themselves to be the 21st century equivalent. There's good 99% and there's bad 99%, and the 99% who think they're worthy of publication probably aren't, which gives Amazon and Lulu an easy way to exploit a culture of fame-hungry Twitards. I couldn't care less about marketing or promotion; I'm in the 99% camp of that paperboy in
Better Off Dead screaming for lost wages now that even the newspaper has been rendered obsolete by digital publishing. "I want my two dollars" without "Hocking" my "warez"!