Showing posts with label Javits Center. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Javits Center. Show all posts

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Book Expo America 2017

Part of my book haul (I had Sinclair's
book, so now I have an extra copy)
In 2013 I wrote about my first visit to Book Expo America (BEA), which I'd heard about but never attended. Or had the opportunity to attend, as I usually was in Chicago and Evanston in the spring while BEA was running in New York City. (Ironically BEA initially began in Chicago, though before my time there.) I returned the following year, and then BEA returned to Chicago (and my knees began acting up), so I ended up taking a few years' hiatus from this massive publishing fair. Oddly enough, I did not go either year that Counternarratives appeared, either in hardcover (2015) or paperback (2016) version, though I believe I made up for it by attending a wide array of other book events, from AWP to the Brooklyn Book Fair. In any case, I also gave myself a short reprieve on gorging on free books, which is one of the great benefits of BEA, and a chief reason that, as I witnessed during my prior visits, so many attendees arrive and depart with suitcases, roller bags, and other large mobile containers to haul as many books back home--for their own libraries, public and private ones--as possible.

This year I decided to drop by the Javits Center on the festival's final day primarily to see several events my friend David Barclay Moore was scheduled to participate in. David's debut book, The Stars Beneath Our Feet, is a Middle Grade novel set to appear this September from Random House, and as part of the book launch he was on several panels, including one for "Buzz Authors" (writers singled out as likely to create a buzz among readers this year), and  also participated in a single author book signing in Random House's ample, skillfully arranged publisher's area. (Congratulations again, Dave!) I did get to see David speak about his book with other Middle Grade authors, learning something about the genre in the process, and it was also fun to watch him receive VIP treatment with his book signing, which required a ticket to get in line. When I got to his book signing table, I related the following conversation to him:

Woman #1 (in line across from mine, to her friend, Woman #2): Who are you going to see?
Woman #2 (in line in front of me): David Barclay Moore.
Woman #1: What did he write?
Woman #2: The Stars Beneath Our Feet. Who are you going to see?
Woman #1: Lawrence O'Donnell. The TV show host, on MSNBC.
Woman #2: Oh, OK. Tell him I said hello!

Between David's panel and book-signing, and again towards the end of the afternoon, I wandered around the floor, taking in the various booths and designated sections. I did get to see a bit of Lawrence O'Donnell's conversation with Ed Asner, but unlike at the two previous BEAs, where I happened upon Congressman John Lewis, Tracy Letts, Dick Cavett, and others, they were among the very few already famous people I encountered, and I did not step over the cordon to introduce myself to either one. This year the people at the elite university press booths were indifferent at best, or outright ignored me, but since it was the last day of BEA--with Book Con, a book fan-focused gathering at which books are not free--I followed etiquette by asking whether I could take books, and, receiving neither positive nor negative response, I helped myself to a few. Quite a few clusters of people--agents, booksellers, people selling various services (audio rights, etc.)--were huddled at tables all over the place, so the book business writers and certainly most readers rarely see or think about was clearly on display.

At other presses, particularly the smaller university presses, the non-US ones, and the indies, as well as publishers of graphic texts, comics, children's books, etc., the representatives were very friendly, and I ended up collecting roughly a sizable box's worth, which I hauled around at first in my arms until I commandeered one of the rare book bags I could find--most had already been snapped up, I think, over the previous two days and Friday morning--and then mailed straight to my Rutgers office. I won't detail all the books I picked up, but I will mention one book I did grab, after of course asking and not receiving a "No, don't take it": Chris Kraus's new biography of Kathy Acker, simply titled After Kathy Acker. I had to get this book because I was an enthusiastic reader of Acker's work in my youth, and having read and nearly taught Kraus's I Love Dick, and then having watched Jill Soloway's quirky but addictive TV version, I am now on a sort of Kraus kick, if you can call it that. (I taught Kraus's 2013 novel/memoir Aliens and Anorexia as part of a graduate workshop in the spring of 2016. Some of the students loved it, a few absolutely hated it, but it provoked passionate responses in both cases.)

In general I was looking for another literary diamond, one of those texts I'd happened upon before at BEA, like Craig Steven Wilder's Ebony and Ivy, which rocked my world when I brought it home and read it, and which has gone on to become one of the signal texts of the last few years. I did pick up some gems, including Jordan Abel's Injun (Talonbooks) and Hoa Nguyen's Violet Energy Ingots (Wave Books), both of which made the Canadian shortlist for the Griffin Poetry Prize, and hope to get to some of them before the summer slides into fall. Perhaps because I went on Friday as opposed to the first or second day, and perhaps because it was the afternoon rather than the morning, the fair felt a bit subdued. Certainly some of the booths, like W. W. Norton's, where New Directions' books would usually be, featured shelves stripped bare--by readers, I think--and though I did pass lines for book signings, they were not anything like I remembered in the past. The FedEx office where I mailed my books was packed, though, and as one of the photos below shows, those suitcases were brimming too. Perhaps next year I'll aim to catch more of the readings and events, and maybe I'll bring a suitcase or roller bag. Or maybe not.

David Barclay Moore and his fellow Middle Grade
Buzz Authors: Kamilla Benko, The Unicorn Quest: The Whisper in the Stone;
Molly Ostertag, The Witch Boy; Eucabeth Odhiambo, Auma's Long Run; and
Jake Burt, Greetings From Witness Protection!
Dave, Kamilla and Molly
Filmmaker Ndlela Nkobi, another friend,
recording the panel for posterity
David and fellow Middle Grade authors
One of the displays
The Confucius Institute's books
London Review of Books (LRB) booth
African American Expressions booth
Columbia University Press, Princeton UP, etc.
New books signing tables
Skincare treatments for book lovers
Barron's financial press books
A kiosk with a book signing behind it
Ed Asner (center) and Lawrence O'Donnell (right)
Printing Korea booth
Counterpoint Press/Catapult/Soft Skull
(with one of my incoming student's first
novel prominently displayed above the
head of the man at right!)
Some great books from Coffee House
Press and others (Dawn Lundy Martin's stunner
Good Stock Strange Blood among them)
From Talonbooks
The line for Dave's book signing
Random House scanning badges
 for the book signing


David signing books for his brother
and niece, in from Atlanta
Directing readers to another book signing
David Funches, of Lion Forge Press
Books by Olive Senior and others
(they would not gift me with these)
Graywolf's offerings (including a new
book by Danez Smith)
Kevin Hart, in cardboard form
Readers, checking out books
A subsequent panel, featuring designer
Zac Posen (at right)
This booth had something to do with
L. Ron Hubbard, I think,
hence the person in the costume
Harvard theorist Danielle
Allen's new nonfiction book
about her cousin, Cuz
Packing those suitcases!
The Javits Center Atrium at the end of the day

Tuesday, June 03, 2014

Book Expo America 2014

Last year around this time I wrote about my first ever visit to Book Expo America (BEA), the huge, international trade fair that has for some time been held annually at the Javits Center in New York City. In addition to all the free books available and the opportunities for literary people-watching and gawking, making it a dream venue for bibliophiles of a particular kind, it also offers a glimpse onto the vast, global, money-laden world of publishing. Publishers, agents, and authors are present in droves, spieling, negotiating, selling, signing contracts, and, once books are published, smiling and signing some more. Also thronging the convention center are every other element in the publishing system, from distributors and book and website brand-makers and packagers to hardware and software companies, pen-makers, branded tchotchke sellers, and so on.

This year's BEA had generated public controversy because of the total absence (total--of course!) of writers who are not white on its consumer-targeted BookCon panels. This was only one of several controversies surrounding lack of ethnic and racial diversity, a problem that continues to plague the publishing world, ironically at a time when in the US and many of the major European countries, demographics are tending towards even greater ethnic and racial diversity. What is clear from this year's visit as was the case last year is that there remains a vast market among readers who are not white that is not being addressed, or which publishers seem to think can be dealt with in the old manner of selecting out a few native agents or engaging in a one-way exchange. But in the long run, this approach probably will go the way of the great auk, and should.

My favorite part of the event is walking down every single aisle and scanning each publisher's booth to see what's forthcoming and what they've published that I may have missed. My experience has been that the smallest publishers are almost always the friendliest, perhaps because of the personal scale of their business and perhaps because they have to be. With size, it seems, though not uniformly, diffidence and indifference increase in scale. The Ivy League university presses' booth reps don't even deign to make eye contact, at least with me, as if the names Harvard or Yale demand this, and they also do not give (m)any free books away, while other university presses' people (Duke, Illinois, etc.) speak, invite you to look at their new and forthcoming publications, and so forth. The countries outside the Western EU countries have quite pleasant booth people while the people at the various tables under España, for example, appear so engaged in their conversations that you could join them at their tables and they wouldn't even glance up. Also, all the Canadian publishers' reps are in general more polite than the US publishers, and these booths often have a wider array of books, including poetry. Lastly, almost every US press that had translations of foreign literature available in more than minimal quantities had someone present who was willing to chat about them.

At the biggest houses, it's a free-for-all, with people queuing up in sometimes astoundingly long lines to get their books signed and reps who bark out commands to get a ticket then join the phalanx. Many of them appear interested in chatting only with each other, famous authors, etc. I made a point of stopping by the University Presses of New England booth to see if the Hilda Hilst translation was there--it wasn't!--but I was told that this was because the publisher, Nightboat Books, was out of copies. Which, the UPNE rep told, me, was "a good thing." I haven't had a chance to check whether this was true or bunkum, but I was disappointed not to see it there. Overall I found far fewer books of interest this year than last, and nothing on the order of Craig Wilder's Ebony and Ivy, one of the most illuminating books I've read in a years. I also was yet struck by the gulf between the kinds of discussions that usually occur in academe, whether in MFA creative writing programs or literature departments, around publishing, and the reality of this world, which is far larger, more diverse and multifarious, and very much a key cog in the global capitalist system. I still had several full bags, so when I finished my 6.5 miles of walking (according my phone's pedometer app) and left the Javits Center, I dragged myself right to the main post office on 8th Avenue and mailed everything straight to campus.

I'll carefully go through this literary cache at some point soon. For now, some photos from the event:

Entering the convention,
David Mitchell's new book on
the giant poster up above 
Happening on the end of one of the discussions 
Baker Dan
Some of the branded goods

A quiet nook amidst a
used bookstores'
stacks 
Saudi Arabia's booth
Fascinating eBook reader covers 
Kuwait's booth 
Near Saudi Arabia's booth 
Monro, a lively company
creating and packaging
author and publisher websites and more 
Greer McAllister, of many authors
signing books for eager fans
Looking down one of the aisles 
Playwright and actor Tracy Letts 
Signing books 
Books on display 
An illustrator of a book on Walt Whitman
with a friend who looks like Walt Whitman 
The White Van
Italy's booth, a microregion, really 
At one of the megapublishers
Lego TM Chewbacca
Harvard University Press's booth
Soliciting selfies
A young man videotaping the proceedings 
The Nordlit area
Shindig, a special booth where people
could get online, chat, etc. 
Cameras rolling
One of the numerous long lines
Romania's booth
A non-human reader 
A sign for one of those lines 
James Ellroy 
Hachette's booth--they are fighting
the big battle against the behemoth,
Amazon 
Carl Hiaasen 
The display of self-published books 
Leigh Haber of O Magazine (at right),
talking about her experiences
Dick Cavett! 
One of the erotica book tables 
José Ángel N., an undocumented
American, whose memoir is being
published by the University of Illinois Press 
On my way out, Jodi Picoult's
immense poster looming overhead