As Carl Jung might say, synchronicity: On the very same front page, the New York Times mourns the passing of one great author and, separately, observes the trend toward self-publishing by lots and lots of “little” authors:
The point may soon come when there are more people who want to write books than there are people who want to read them.
Ahem. That touches a nerve. I’ve been too busy to read books (at least books that are unrelated to the research for my own book) because I am writing a book. The same goes for most of the people I seem to know.
I’ve opined on all this before, of course. Still, it always comes a shock to discover that
In 2008, nearly 480,000 books were published or distributed in the United States, up from close to 375,000 in 2007, according to the industry tracker Bowker.
Some time later this year or early next year, mine will be one of the half million in that year’s batch! Hmmm. Here’s hoping that Riverhead, my publisher, continues to defy trends and … rocks.
Wouldn’t it be nice if the Economist – to sweeten the pill of forced anonymity upon its writers – might display prominently on its main web-page, a box showing the titles of the books its writers have written.
Such a page exists, but it’s far from prominent…