Monday, May 14, 2007

Publication Week

Wednesday
Today is officially publication day for The Unquiet. I fly to Birmingham to talk with a book group, but first of all I have to sign books at Dublin airport. Joe O' Connor is there at the same time, signing copies of Redemption Falls, the sequel to Star of the Sea. It strikes me that, in his nice suit, he looks like an author. I, on the other hand, don't. He seems to be autographing his books. I look like I'm vandalising mine.

Book group goes well. My publisher sends a driver, Adam, to pick me up and drive me down to London. Adam is a Manchester United fan, and United are playing that night in the Champions League semi-final, second leg. Adam admits he would quite like to be watching the match, but a job is a job. We drive to London listening to the match, and as United concede one, then two, then three goals, poor Adam ends up hunched further and further over the wheel, as though he's being slowly deflated. When we reach the hotel, United now roundly defeated, I suggest to Adam that I did him a favour by enabling him to avoid watching the game. Adam looks even unhappier than before. I like Adam.

Thursday
Run around London. Do an interview for the London Independent. The interviewer, a nice man whom I've known for almost a decade now, is the first person that day, but not the last, to mention that I'm going grey. Feel rather sad. Dinner that evening for journalists, buyers, friends to celebrate publication of the book. Hear nice things said about me and wonder if this is what it might be like to attend one's own funeral service.

Friday
More London stores. Do an interview with an immensely kind journalist from the South China Morning Post, which lasts an hour longer than it was supposed to thanks to a glass or two of wine. We talk books and music, and I'm rather pleased with how it's gone until I realise that a button on my fly is undone. Oh dear. I talk at Borders on Charing Cross Road, then take a few people out for a drink. Wonder if I am an alcoholic, then decide that I don't drink enough to be an alcoholic. Then again, what's enough?

Saturday
Grotesquely early start. Drive around the south of England signing books. Finish up in Windsor, which is very nice if very English. Always feel I should moderate my Irish accent when I'm in places like Windsor and Tunbridge Wells. Then again, we Irish don't blow stuff up anymore, so people aren't as frightened of us as they once were.

Sunday
Bit hungover. May be an alcoholic after all, but at least I'm a functioning one. More driving around. More signing. Have no idea how well the book is doing, but do know that there are a lot of copies around. Worry if that's because nobody is buying them. It's the eternal worry of writers: if you go into a store, and they have loads of copies, you figure it isn't selling, and if you go into a store and they only have a few, you figure they haven't ordered many. Writers are 'glass is half empty' kind of people. Sometimes they are even 'what glass?' kind of people.

Monday
More bookstores. Spend the night in Southampton, which is very quiet. Eat alone in a nice Indian restaurant and read my book. It's nice to have a night alone somewhere during the tour. When I tour, especially in the US, I seem to be out with booksellers and friends every night, and I miss having a little time and space to myself. Then again, I'm not on tour to have time and space to myself, as that would rather defeat the purpose of the exercise. There are not, after all, many touring recluses . . .

Tuesday
Even more bookstores, then a trip to the warehouse to sign 1000 copies. Jodi Picoult holds the record for signing, I believe: 1500 copies in one hour, but I suspect her signature was just a squiggle by the end. I am determined to beat her, and manage to get all of the books done in 37 minutes. Leave feeling quite smug, until someone calls to say that we missed 500 copies that were stacked in boxes in a corner, so Jodi's record remains intact. Dinner for booksellers that night, then a long drive to Dorchester. Arrive at the hotel shortly before 1 am, so it's been a 16 hour day. The night porter looks at me funny.

"You here alone, sir?"

"Er, yes."

"You sure."

"Um, pretty sure."

"Funny, that. They've put you in the honeymoon suite."

And indeed it is the honeymoon suite. It has drapes, and a four poster bed. I lie on the bed and feel a bit strange, as I've a pretty good idea what a lot of people were doing in this bed before I arrived.

Wednesday
Even more bookstores, and a lunchtime event at a library attended by five (5) people. Feel my shoulders drop a little, but give me talk and rather enjoy myself by the end of the hour. Everyone is kind, everyone is enthusiastic. Sometimes, you do events which are sparsely attended. It's in the nature of the game.

Get dropped at deserted railway station 90 minutes before my train is due to arrive, due to glitch in schedule. Listen to horrible chav play dance music to her best mate and sleeping child out of a tinny mobile phone. Try to listen to my own iPod to block out noise, but the battery is flat.

Spend 90 minutes quietly seething.

Event in Bristol, which is well attended despite the rotten weather, then dinner after with a fellow author. Feel very grown-up, even managing not to spill food on myself despite my tiredness.

Thursday
Drive myself for a change, as the reps are otherwise engaged. Usually, I drive myself for most of the tour in the UK, but it's been quite nice to have a rep with me, and to have someone else do the driving. The reps are amazingly tolerant and patient. I'm sure that squiring authors around wasn't in the job spec, but they do it with good grace.

Am given a nippy little BMW convertible, and spend the day trying to do some good for the image of BMW drivers by not acting like a knob. News comes in that, after a half week's sales, The Unquiet is at number 6 in the UK bestseller list. It's sold almost 4000 copies in three or four days, which is a huge increase on my previous books. Cheers me up no end.

Very quiet bookstore signing in Bath that night, but I stay for an hour chatting with the readers who've made the effort to come out. We talk about music, old movies, new books. It's one of the pleasures of what I do, and I think I'm more grateful to them for taking the time to chat than they are for getting their books signed. Nice people.

Friday
Early train, then more bookstores. Rushed interview with nice website journalist, then a formal signing at Banbury, and followed by coffee and cake with one of my favourite booksellers. Booksellers are interesting people, and the quirkier they are the more I like them. Telephone interview, then on to Birmingham for signing and more drinks with booksellers. (I begin to see a pattern emerging.) Have one glass of wine too many, but don't realise that I've had until . . .

Saturday
Ow. Seven am start. Head hurts. No painkillers. Long drive to Lincoln for festival event. Want to die. Stop for tea and toast. Still want to die, but not as urgently. Do event, then straight back into car to race for Manchester and flight home. Eventually get painkillers at Manchester airport. Eat chocolate. Feel sorry for myself. Home for two days, then back to the UK next week to finish tour. After that, I realise I have only eight days at home before heading into two full months of promotion. I am already tired. I am going to be very much tireder . . .

This week John read:

Dalek I Loved You by Nick Griffith

and listened to:

New Moon by Elliot Smith
Everybody by The Sea and Cake

10 comments:

Marlowe said...

After all that running around you probably don't want a 'are you coming to...?' question, but after your excellent talk at the Edinburgh book festival last summer, are you returning this year?

Ross said...

Hi John,

I managed to catch you in Liverpool today (Tuesday 15th), but I sadly couldn't make the Birkenhead signing due to work. Even in the library they don't make exceptions for book signings, apparently!

Thanks very much for signing the rest of my collection anyway, it was fairly cool of you. I would have killed to have been down there chatting with you and the rest of the fans; and it doesn't really help that my best mate and my mum managed to do it instead!

But thanks again for being cool (and remembering my name from signing to signing, that was a brilliant touch!). I'd email you personally for this, but I suppose a comment will do. If you wanna reply it's Ross(dot)birkett(at)gmail(dot)com. Perhaps.

Cheers,

~Ross

flopon said...

Hello there John.

Well i have never posted before, but just wish to write that I am trying to find the time to read The Unquite.

I attended your book signing at Liverpool yesterday, and was pleased to ask Devilish if I can jump ahead of him, as he announced that he brought his entire collection for you to sign, and my dinner hour was slowly counting down to 1pm.

I have read everyone of your books, except the new one, but wish to say that you are one of the best writers in the 34 years I have walked this earth, well at least since I started reading.

In fact I have about 10 people in work hooked on you.

Thanks for giving me plenty of enjoyable hours awaiting the solace whilst reading your books on nights.

Mike

devilish said...

Hello there flopon *giggles at user name* was wondering if you made it back to work on time, take a leaf from my book and call in sick next time, i had a lovely lunch in the hogs head after metting Mr Connolly. How random is it that were both called Mike and stood next to each other in line. Spooky. Are you the Mike JC thought i was? How did you know my handle was devilish?

flopon said...

devlish, no iam the msc, getts weirder. manage to make it back in time, with my two signed books, hope you got all yours signed (about 20) hope your arms are ok.

Flopon is my old poker name, I know, had it for over 10 years and can't seem to shake it. Sitting here on my 34 birthday tried to read the unquite, after putting up a wendy house, swing and blowing up (manually) a ball pool, for my baby daughter Maggie who is 1 today and born on the same day as me.

I browse the forums, and could not forget the boat race in front off me in the queue. So i knew u where devilish.

Anyway nice blogging, and hope to speak soon.

Take Care Mike,

Mick

PS John (seeing it is your blog) hope the signings are going ok, and hope the book reaches the no 1 slot it deserves.

thomashyland said...

The Unquiet: a thriller, is ranked (as of today) at #226 in sales at Amazon.com and off to a great start. And that's considering a published USA availability of only five days.

dbrown3400 said...

Hey John,

Can imagine you get tired out on tour as it wore me out reading about it. Look forward to seeing you when you get to the US.

Donna

Big Fish said...

Greetings from Scarborough, Maine! I loved the prolog piece about Dave the Guesser. A friend of mine stumped him one time when he challenged Dave to guess what his occupation was. Dave touched his hand and guessed school teacher. He is actually an undertaker! You'd think Dave would have seen that one coming from a mile away. Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing what The Bird is up to now. I tell everyone to read your books. They're like a travelogue of town. I like to tell people that more people die in the parking lot of Ferry Beach than are killed in the whole State of Maine in a year! Great stuff. Please don't retire The Bird. When are you going to make these books into movies? BC-out.

fatmammycat said...

How delightful to read your blog. I'm just about to go upstairs to crack open The Unquiet and the next time you're doing a signing in Dublin I really must get you to sign Bad Men which is one of my very favourite books.

almark said...

John:

It was great, as usual, to see you in Toronto. I want to thank you for signing what little I had of yours left and I still think that you don't look a day over 50!! Just kidding...you and are are both 39. You for the first time and me for the 16th! I spoke to J.D. Singh and he said the signing at Sleuth went great. I hope that the signing at BEC was also fun for you. Please take care of yourself on the rest of your trip and remember that you and I always do better in bars!

Sign tons of books on the west coast and enjoy your all-to-brief vacation in the Caribbean and have a Dalwhinnie for me.

All the best always,

Al Navis
(never to do another Bouchercon!)