Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Book, the ‘Zine, the Net and their Authors




This article first appeared in FANG Vol. 1 in 2005.



There was once a time, just between the rise of the fast-food, fast-everything economy in the West in the seventies and the flourishing of the modern Internet in the ‘90s, when the distribution of one’s  art through amateur media was possible, although it wasn’t easy. The availability of small-press printing methods, not to mention photocopiers and stencil machines, made it possible for individuals to make magazines in moderate quantities – with the assumption, of course, that they’d fill this magazine with interesting material.

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Non-professional art and literature enthusiasts found in these technologies a great opportunity to distribute their work to an audience, if they had one, but the most interesting use of these technologies was the way they were employed by artists and writers amongst themselves.



Amateur journalists, political activists, scientists, artists, connoisseurs, writers – amateurs, all, in the original sense of the word: people with a love for a craft that have no hope of recognition or money or fame. Or rather, they have hope, but that isn’t why they practice their craft, be it reporting or drawing or writing,. It was these people who were suddenly given by the world at large the technology and infrastructure to, for the first time, overcome the boundaries of geography and form communities based on the sharing of their work.



The Amateur Press Association or APA was formed and was one of the expressions of the ‘commons’ principle which is now ever more making its way into the digital realm. A ‘commons’ is a resource of limited availability which must be managed or risk total depletion. Examples are the file-sharing networks so popular these days, Bittorrent, Emule and others, where a single user uploads a file to a small number of other users who, by virtue of the software they use, automatically distribute the portions they have received to other users.




APA’s functioned in a similar manner. An APA consisted of a limited number of artists or writers of like mind and disposition, typically between ten and forty, with a number of rules that governed membership. All members were obligated to produce a mininum number of works per time period, of a quality that honored that of other members’ works. Each member was obligated to manufacture one copy of their work for each of the APA’s members and mail these out to all of them and in return he or she would receive a copy of each of the other members’ works. Such a group could survive without leadership as long as the group’s members could enforce the rules.



Sometimes an APA would have a leader, typically the person who erected the group to begin with. In such cases, members would manufacture copies o their work, but rather than sending these individually to the other members, they would send them to the APA’s leader, who would then bind one copy of each submission together, give it a cover, and mail this magazine-like bundle of works out to the other members periodically. Such closed-circle publications were called APA ‘zines.




The term ‘zine which, since it contains an apostrophe in itself, I haven’t given quote marks, comes not from ‘magazine’ but from ‘fanzine’.  Fanzines were amateur magazines printed through modern means of reproduction such as the aforementioned photocopiers or stencil machines, run by amateurs and contributed to by amateurs. They operated in that blessed space within copyright law that is governed by common sense, a space which has been more and more marginalized here in the west, and while few now still function they were very similar to the doujinshi of Japan. These, like the fanzines of yesteryear, are magazines by amateurs dedicated to a television series, a film, a book or a fictional world where amateurs would write stories or articles and draw art or comics set within the setting of the series, book, or film, sometimes making use of that setting’s characters.



The difference between a fanzine and an APA is that a fanzine has editors who decide whether or not a submitted work is printed and that a fanzine is available to the general public. Anyone can buy one or subscribe to one, while an APA is available only to contributors.





“Video killed the radio show” and the Internet had a significant impact on fanzines and in particular APA’s because now there were even better reproduction technologies available to the public. In particular, the reproduction of information in the form of digital data has no monetary cost, takes almost no time and no effort on the part of the originator and the quality of the work can be much higher than the blotchy, crude-paper reproductions that APA’s and fanzines typically were. Why pay for good money to reproduce your works and mail them out to others when you can simply put up a website and let anybody read it from there? Why accept the limitations of membership for an APA when you can read anyone’s work form their website?




The Internet offered a far cheaper, faster and more flexible way for communities of amateurs to form and as its use became more widespread, especially with the advent of the now ubiquitous World Wide Web, fewer and fewer APA contributors saw any reason to continue contributing to a slow and expensive community. Fanzines weren’t affected as severely, some of them transforming to strive for higher production values and became far more like magazines – but on the whole, fanzines were supplanted by fansites.



Time has worn on. APA’s have all but died out, fanzines have been decimated, many of them struggling for survival. The Internet is abuzz with healthy, thriving communities, webrings and chat rooms and countless other means by which enthusiasts and amateurs are distributing their work and more and more Internet users are becoming jaded and bored with the truly limitless material that is available to them and the fact that, like so much in the real world, ninety percent of it is rubbish.



Books weren’t marginalized by the Internet any more than film replaced theatre or video killed cinemas and television stations. This is because people have material desires as well as intangible ones, when it comes to things like art and writing and movies; a DivX movie downloaded from KazaA is the same movie that’s playing in your local theatre, it’s more convenient because it’s right here, in your room, there isn’t anyone talking and you can pause it to go to the bathroom. Not to mention that it’s free. But having to pick up your friends and drive to the cinema, make sure you’re on time, stand in line to buy your ticket and to buy some drinks and snacks – even aside from the huge screen and the vastly better sound system (usually), merely these inconveniences add to the experience of going to see a movie.



Convenience can deflate an experience, while the right kinds of inconvenience can enhance it, making the experience more rare and more exciting as well as more valuable simply because you had to work harder for it. Having to turn a page in a book or magazine instead of scrolling down means it takes a heartbeat longer to continue reading, extending that delicious thrill of curiosity just a little longer.




Conversely, some material aspects of old-fashioned media are better than their mechanical or digital counterpart. Pictures look better on high-quality paper with good inks than they do on a computer monitor and they look better on a well-designed page than on a screen cluttered with not just a website, but toolbars and menu bars and other open windows. A book is light and you can make notes in it, should you be so inclined, with any old pen or pencil and you can read it in places where electronics are unavailable, impractical or undesirable. If you’re going on a camping trip to enjoy the great outdoors and escape from hurried city life for a change, then five gets you ten that you’ll prefer taking a book to read by the campfire than a PDA with a battery pack.



Now that the initial excitement about the Global Village and the enormous possibilities of the electronic society have been gradually fading, a renewed sense of material appreciation has been evolving. Book sales have increased and despite the clamorings to the contrary of the music industry, so have CD sales – not to mention vinyl. The modern man and woman are realizing that while the digital world is enormously useful it has different material properties .



Video and film, for instance. Video, be it DV or Hi8 is much more practical, can be used with more compact, less mechanically fragile cameras and is far easier and cheaper to reproduce and distribute. Early video, admittedly, lacked the light and color response of the more expensive types of  celluloid-based film, but it also lacked the irritating frame stutter, producing much smoother images. But people didn’t want smoother images. They were accustomed to the flicker of cinema screens and this had become such a part of the film experience that modern day films, be they digitally recorded like the sensationally beautiful Vidocq or even fully-digital films like Shrek and Finding Nemo, eschew the smooth image that digital technologies allow them and artificially simulate the stuttering image artifacts audiences know and love.



Similarly, even if there should be a device whose reflectivity and contrast should exactly match that of paper and it were about the same size as a book and had an infinitely long battery life and could render all of a book’s pages on its screen, or two screens, displaying the next pages at the push of a button, indeed, able to contain or access every book in the world for the user to select – even so it wouldn’t live up to what makes a good old-fashioned book such a delight, not to this editor and not, most likely, to you, gentle reader.






We like books because we have to flip the pages and because keeping them scuffle-free is an effort that reflects how much we love them, we like not having every book in one device and instead having to have a separate book for every novel.



So what you now hold in your hand, gentle reader, is the furry fiction community’s humble response to this re-emancipation of the analogue, this desire to find a balance between the old and the new and value each appropriately. While it’s certainly true that a substantial part of FANG’s modest proceeds go toward the fees of the authors whose work is printed, FANG isn’t a paperback edition of what would effectively be a pay-site where your subscription money goes toward the artists who contribute to it. The lion’s share of this book’s price went to the printing of it.



FANG is more expensive to produce, per copy, because it isn’t printed in volume. Rather, it employs a more modern model of production involving the use of digital printing technologies which, for the first time since the invention of the printing press, make the printing of two different books just as expensive as printing two the same books. Traditional printing presses, making use of metal or paper printing plates, need a substantial initial investment before a copy can be printed, but after that, each copy only adds a very small increment to the total production costs. For example, one could print two hundred copies of a book at only twice the price of printing twenty.



This means that anyone can print a paperback, and anyone could invite furry authors to submit their work for paid inclusion in an anthology published in this fashion. Everyone had the technology and opportunity at their very fingertips, but no-one was doing anything.




This did not sit well with the editor. And when things don’t sit well with this editor, he wants them fixed – which makes him a good editor. He will politely bully authors into improving their work and if he spots a spelling or grammar error so simple that it would take more effort to mail the author and get him to change it, he’ll fix it himself.



The dearth of furry fiction publications in paperback format was one such problem he decided could be most easily fixed by doing it himself. Between the availability of digital printing technology, his street cred as the author of the long-running series (and near-future paperback) gay crime serial Maranatha and the patience, honesty and professionalism he’s built up over years of teaching and some theatre before that – he had everything at his disposal to make FANG happen.



And so the quality control of the APA, the public availability of the fanzine and the luxury of printed books have been combined into this publication, which will hopefully scratch an itch with many a fur whose enjoyment of the community’s fiction has been hampered by the glare of the screen or the noise of the printer.



The APA may be largely dead and the fanzine may be struggling for survival, but this format has far less competition from the Internet, because its limitations are a feature, which the readers desire. It is this editor’s humble hope that it will continue to be a source of enjoyment for its readers and a source of pride for its authors for many, many issues to come.

Monday, September 14, 2009

All a Matter of Perspective


I've been quite unfair, in this series (of which this installment is the last) in sketching a Jekyll & Hyde scenario of the Writer vs the Not Writer, because we're all a bit of both. At different times, for different reasons. There's a sliding scale between one and the other, see. The goal of these articles is to make you reflect, honestly and fairly and without emotional burden, where on the scale you fall, and whether you're comfortable with that, and what is required from you to change your position.


How many hours do you spend writing in a given week? A given month? How many words do you write in those hours? Would you want to spend more hours writing, and write more words during them?


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There's nothing wrong with being a Dabbler, who cranks out the odd snippet of story of a blue Monday for the lark of it, nothing at all. A Dabbler is a Writer when he Dabbles and a Not Writer when he Doesn't -- but still a Writer some of the time, and isn't that a fine thing to be? The problem is when a Dabbler dreams himself a Novelist and finds that his habits won't produce a novel in a realistic time-frame and of satisfying quality.


So what should he change: his habits or his goals?



Most of us wouldn't mind firm pecs and visible abs, or a wasp-waist and perky boobs (and in some cases, curiously, both) and almost all of us could have that if we ate what the books told us to eat and nothing else and spent an hour at the gym really working ourselves to the bone every day for three years. Some of us do it, and some of us don't. We look at the dream, assess the value it has for us, then look at the actions required to attain it and the effort they cost us, and we compromise. We all have lots of different dreams, after all, so is this one worth that much effort?



We can't write all the time, we'd never get anything else done. Every prophet in his house, to each its season, and all that malarkey. Now is the time to do the dishes, now is the time to study, and now is the time simply to snooze and relax for a bit. There are only so many hours in the day and we must each decide how ours are best spent.


We have obligations, voluntary and necessary, financial and familial, that require us to commit a great number of those hours. Such is the way of adult life, but even then, the responsibility to mediate between commitments and liberties is entirely ours. And it's up to us to define the value of time, as well.


Is twenty minutes' standing commute to work in the morning a time when I can write? And on the way home? Can I get in the writing groove if I know I can be interrupted at any second? If my muse fails me, should I just leave her to rest for a few weeks or months until she loves me again?


I've made fun of these questions, but they bear serious thought. If you only write sporadically, can you fulfill your dream of having A Novel published? Not likely, mate, but that isn't the end of the world.



If the circumstances of your life, your preferences, your habits and your values don't permit you to invest the time and energy to write a novel or to become a prolific short-fiction creator, then you really, really need to chill the fuck out. You don't have to stop writing altogether, just don't burden yourself with such expectations. Writers' block: same deal. If your wheels are stuck and skidding in a snowdrift, take her down into lower gear and ease back on the road. You'll feel better, and who knows, that might be just the thing to help you get back on the highway to novelizing.


However...


If your goal means a lot to you, and you don't want to quit, then you'd best get out and run on your own two feet, no matter the cold and ice and bears. Confront the Not Writer in you and tell him he needs to watch his fucking step -- or else. Practice discipline. Figure out ways to use the dead time in your day for writing, block out a half-hour every day (and more on weekends) to do some writing, and don't ever tolerate any excuses from anyone, least of all yourself.



You're exhausted? Tough shit, bitch. Go write the story of your exhaustion, even if it's only a page or so. Your sister's getting married? You'd best get up an hour earlier then, you maggot, if you want to get some writing done today. Forgot your laptop, and is your cellphone out of juice? Order a cup of coffee and ask the waitress or bus-boy if you could have a few pages from their notebook and a Bic pen. Watch them flush with excitement when you tell them you're a Writer, and see their eyes sparkle as you instantly become 15% more attractive -- and believe you me, that's a SCIENTIFIC FACT.


Every day is a battlefield between the part of you that is a Writer and the part that is a Not Writer, every day a fresh conflict. If you let the Not Writer win too many battles, you're a Not Writer. If you hold your own, you're a Dabbler -- but if you can look yourself in the mirror in the morning and know, honestly, that the Writer won the battle yesterday and the day before and will almost certainly win today and tomorrow as well, then baby, you're doing it right, and you know what you are.


And sooner or later you're going to find that you love it.


Not just the satisfaction of having the words just flow when the spirit moves you. Not just the thrill of finishing a piece and sharing it with others, tittering on tenterhooks while you wait impatiently for their praise. Not just the egoboo of mentioning offhandedly to a stranger at a party that you're a Writer (and gain +15 in charisma, as I mentioned). You'll love all of it.



The exercise of your intellect and imagination to craft the next scene of your story despite the fact that your muse has fled you. The strength you must muster to stave off sleep just twenty minutes so you can wrap up a juicy dialogue. Your ingenuity and fortitude, thumbtyping your magnum opus as you cling for dear life to a handrail in a derailing train and hit 'send' just as it careens, screeching, into the depths of oblivion so that even when the phone is smashed and your bones are pulped you can still pick your story right up where you left off as soon as your new Cyber-limbs have been grafted onto your brutalized, barely-sentient thorax.


There's no shame in having a few pounds 'round the tum you could stand to lose, none whatsoever, just don't expect people to swoon over you when you flex your unseemly bulges in public. There's no shame in Dabbling for the fun of it, just don't torment yourself with the illusion that you'll crank out a novel when you 'get a little more time' or 'figure out the trick of it'. There's no get-fit-quick pill, and there's no magic bullet for your inspiration.


This concludes this series on the Not Writer. Good luck, soldiers!


- Alex Fucking Vance