ESSAY: PUBLISH OR BE DAMNED
Getting published as an author is the dream of many worthy individuals, but no mean feat. While an aspiring writer may believe the most trying part of the process is formulating words into a sequence that does justice to the hypothetical plot formed in an unknown locality of the grey-coloured apartment on one’s top floor, the truth is that the post-writing path is the more tedious to tread. This is the time when the ‘art’ of writing has left the building, and the ‘science’ of publishing has walked in.
If one were to visualise these stages, the art of writing could be imagined as a middle-aged, bespectacled, serious-looking lady with sharp, beady eyes who has done quite an enormous amount of soul-searching. Publishing is the complete opposite. The science of publishing is a fierce-looking business woman in a power suit, dark aviators hiding her eyes, a grim expression hiding her emotions. She means business, and it is not a revelation but a fact that publishing is very serious business. All the more so when it comes to fiction.
There is no such thing as an accidental novel. In the world of non-fiction, a newspaper columnist may put five years’ worth of work together and call it a book. A photographer might trawl through a trove of pictures, find a hundred that conform to a theme and bring out a coffee-table collection. A television chef may jot down her most popular recipes and call it a day. A fiction writer, however, creates from the get-go. In making a conscious decision to tell a story because she has not read it elsewhere yet, she cooks up the characters, situations, settings and subplots. Amalgamating observation, experience, the conscious and subconscious is emotionally involving and psychologically challenging. At the end of the day, the creation is purposeless if there is nobody to read it. Writers need to be read. Manuscripts need a publisher. So the novelist sends it out.
The science of publishing is distinct from the art of writing, but it is equally important for aspiring writers to understand
The question that arises here, is ‘where’ to send it out. This applies particularly to Pakistani writers, for the publishing industry in Pakistan is scarce. A more apt term would seem to be ‘non-existent’, but that ignores the enthusiastic output of Urdu-language and academic/non-fiction publishers. Pakistani English-language fiction is a different sob story because, even if it weighs heavily in terms of quality, it suffers from poor marketing and inadequate promotion — if it finds a local publisher at all.
Those writers blessed to have a connection in the West, as is the case for exceptionally talented, well reputed authors who have international acclaim to their names — Mohsin Hamid, Kamila Shamsie, H.M. Naqvi and others — have a slight edge. Their geographical proximity to the meccas of publishing (ease of email notwithstanding, address/location prejudice is a very real and very ugly thing) gives them greater opportunity. They also have numerous options; they can send their manuscripts to a dozen agents and publishers and hope that one might take it. English-language fiction writers based in Pakistan have no such choice. There is hardly anyone here.
My first work of fiction, The Satanist: A Novel, suffered much because of my lack of experience and lack of opportunity. I hadn’t fully realised how necessary a literary agent was to ‘sell’ a manuscript to a publisher. Do we have any in Pakistan? No. So I self-published, but no matter the number of multiple-starred reviews on online portals, it never received the kind of recognition a traditionally published book would have. For my next manuscript, a collection of short stories titled Unfettered Wings: Extraordinary Stories of Ordinary Women, I was determined to go down the traditional route. I looked up local options and they weren’t many. The very few indie houses declined as most did not publish fiction; presses run by bookshops responded somewhat more positively, but the problem was the cutthroat competition in the tiny market. For one, they brought out very little English-language fiction. For the other, they didn’t stock or sell books brought out by rival bookshops-slash-presses.
This is why, for many aspiring writers, it makes sense to send their brain-babies to literary agents or publishers eastward across the fence to India, where the publishing industry is massive. The big fish — Penguin, Bloomsbury, Pan Macmillan, HarperCollins and Hachette — all have a presence and local houses — Rupa, Roli and Westland among others — command a valuable amount of respect in the business.