Shameless self-promotion or the future of the publishing industry? A young novelist is selling shares in his next book, to allow him to quit work and concentrate on his writing.You have to love his chutzpah, right? The little guy taking on the might of the conglomerates and kicking out the parameters until the paradigm shifts. Except then you read the actual piece, and you get this:
The 25-year-old says he likes the idea of a group of capitalists having a financial interest in his sales.Why does this story put me in mind of a POW tunnelling back into Colditz?
“If anyone buys shares they will have concrete motivation to promote me and that also will increase sales,” he wrote.
“If people buy shares I will probably, I think, make even more money than if I had not sold shares of my royalties.”
Here’s a radical idea, you lazy, precious piece of corporate putty – get a job, write your novel at night (or early in the morning, if you prefer), save your moolah and self-publish. That way you retain the rights and maybe even a shred of dignity. Peace, out.