Mixing overtones of swap meet and art fest, the L.A. Times Festival of Books presents an enigmatic facade. Where the cynic sees a marketing circus, the optimist finds a celebration of literary inspiration. People capable of a more subtle perspective may perceive the bookfair as a gathering of dualities: the soulful and the corporate, the silly and the serious, the creative and the commercial.
Held in late April on the stately grounds of USC, the bookfair draws roughly 150,000 attendees, who circulate among the canopies of several hundred vendors. (Anyone unfortunate enough to drive near USC during this time will likely add bookfair traffic to the long list of complaints about living in L.A.) For the vendor, the crowd represents an opportunity to get a product before more eyeballs in less time than most publishing schemes. The vending booth functions like a highway billboard, enticing the impulse buyer to make a purchase and instilling in others a subliminal imprint for future sales. However, in the manner of dualities, the very size of the bookfair creates its chief flaw. Lost in a maze of vending booths, the dazed attendees walk like zombies, their brains overwhelmed by the barrage of posters, flyers, and other promotional ammunition assaulting them from every direction. Amid such chaos, people truly do judge a book by its cover--if they manage to see it at all.
As an obscure author working with a niche publisher, I often wonder where to draw the line between sensible marketing and vanity extravagance. Deciphering the murky correlation between promotion and sales requires a business acumen beyond my artistic sensibilities. Fortunately, I write for fun--in other words, to indulge my vagabond mental digressions--and know enough about America’s reading preferences to realize the surf travel memoir, the “genre” in which I specialize, won’t resonate with a mainstream audience eager for romance or mystery novels. What economists call the Law of Diminishing Returns applies with callous efficiency in niche markets. Additionally, statistics show that most book sales take place via Amazon. Despite trade organization reports showing that print books dominate total sales revenue, I suspect digital format sales (e-book and subscription KENP) outnumber print in terms of unit volume. For my travel memoir, print copies account for only 30% of units sold, a statistic easily explained by price differentials: the e-book costs roughly one-tenth the price of the paperback, while the KENP offers the convenient perks of kindle. In light of this trend, bookfairs seem like anachronistic and possibly counter-productive forms of marketing. A Google search about authors’ bookfair experiences yields many curmudgeons who contend the events exist primarily to enrich the organizers.
But I regard the writer’s journey as a marathon, not a sprint, and sometimes that means viewing opportunities in terms of passion rather than finance. One never knows what synergies might result from placing a product of creative energy before the public eye. Like a splash in a cosmic pond, the melding of book and reader might create ripples that transcend balance sheet metrics.
Emboldened by such idealism--what experienced booksellers might call wishful thinking--I followed my entrepreneurial muse to USC, undeterred by a late season rainstorm that brought echoes of winter to normally sunny L.A., taco trucks that ransomed nachos for twenty dollars a plate, and embarrassing displays of shameless self-promotion (“buy my book! You’ll love my book!” hollered one exuberant vendor). Promoting my wares, I rediscovered customer service skills dormant since college, pondered deep questions about the aesthetics of display, and joined my fellow vendors in a rite of passage: lugging boxes of unsold inventory back to the parking garage. As a stepping-stone on my writer’s journey, the experience provided some important tidbits of wisdom:
--have fun!
Often, the world will express indifference to the artistic creation for which you’ve staked so much time and effort. Watching the portion of humanity who supposedly loves reading (a not unreasonable supposition about bookfair attendees) give you the cold shoulder emphasizes this indifference in a uniquely callous way. For the aspiring author, humor lessens the tendency to interpret public apathy as a personal indictment and grants a more playful perspective. As if to emphasize this point, USC kicks off the bookfair by trotting out several dozen of their finest cheerleaders to get everyone properly excited. Scantily clad, swinging their legs like aspiring Rockettes, these nymphs provide a spicy reminder of how attitude influences experience. If you doubt the value of this promotional stunt, consider that in L.A., a city devoted to botox beauty and credit card lifestyles, artifice often speaks louder than art. To generalize from a Cheryl Crow song, all the people want to do is have some fun, and when the sun comes up over Exposition Park, they remember those who put the “fest” in festival. For authors, this might mean including some carnival games with books as prizes, or wearing edgy clothing, such as a shirt that says “writers do it with imagination” (you’d be surprised at the sort of people intrigued by this slogan).
-- Cultivate authentic connections. . .
Today’s screen-mediated culture makes human connections increasingly elusive. Yet we remain social creatures who crave conversation and proof that we know how to function without the internet. As a catalyst for curiosity, a book can attract people who might otherwise remain aloof. I’ll long remember the conversation I had with Alexx, a college student drawn to the cover design of my travel memoir. Questions about the book led to talk of surf travel, and I soon discovered that this girl half my age boasted a travel resume that put me to shame. We had so much fun discussing bucket list destinations that we ignored the unpleasantry of a passing rainsquall. Similarly memorable was my conversation with Paul, a true So Cal waterman whose photos of marine life encountered during his open ocean swims merited a coffee table edition. These and other encounters occurred because my travel memoir provided a bridge to moments of shared experience.
Of course, some who browse your wares care little about connection. The bookfair abounds with folks who come not for the books but for the giveaways: pens, notepads, coasters, and assorted useless-but-free baubles which make petty materialists salivate. Include the insistent trickle of interlopers looking to pitch their gimmicks--book marketing schemes, audiobook narrations, etc.--and you soon suspect even genuine customers of ulterior motives. My advice? Borrow a page from the interloper’s playbook and consider how you might implement your own proactive schmoozing agenda. Walk among the booths, express interest in some books that intrigue you, and offer the author a copy of your book in exchange. (This works best for books in similar genres.) Not only will you lighten your inventory, but you’ll likely enjoy some worthwhile conversation and possibly connect on LinkedIn.
--Keep things in perspective. . .
It’s tempting to think that inclusion in one of the world’s largest bookfair events will garner your title a commensurate promotional buzz. Lest delusions of grandeur pave the way for disappointment, do some sober research on the sales metrics typical of swap-meet retailing. To start, consider the cold-caller’s “one percent rule:” for every hundred people solicited, ten might express interest, and of those, one might make a purchase. Then, reduce this further to account for the fact that 1) only a small portion of bookfair attendees will actually approach your booth, 2) only a fraction of these “prospects” will appreciate your genre specialty, and 3) only a fraction of those will give your book open-minded consideration rather than cynical prejudice. In other words, for obscure authors, the distribution of probable outcomes skews toward a low-sales number. But a silver lining shimmers for those willing to perceive it. First, a low sales volume says more about the whimsical nature of shoppers than the literary quality of a book. Second, the disappointment of selling ten copies where you hoped to sell fifty subsides when you realize that on Amazon, selling ten copies in one day would likely propel that title temporarily into the top ranks of the genre. Finally, if you perceive the bookfair not as a showcase for books but rather an educational experience for authors, you might find you learned valuable lessons.
Is the bookfair worth it? Such a question invokes the wrong assessment criteria, reducing the event to mere balance sheet metrics. I sold fewer books than hoped, but enough to affirm my efforts. Accordingly, I might pose a different question: does the bookfair take you further along the author’s journey? Literary circles give the “author process” relatively little fanfare, disdaining humdrum topics like marketing and brand development, but it actually has much in common with the writing process. Building a readership requires dedication, sacrifice, and doubt-inducing setbacks. Like the writing process, it’s a marathon, not a sprint. You make progress in increments of perseverance. Then, riding your second wind, you find beautiful moments otherwise unperceived.
Speaking of beautiful moments, did I mention those USC cheerleaders?