Posts Tagged ‘Haus Publishing’

Aglaea, Euphrosyne and Thalia

Sunday, October 3rd, 2010

 

Foreigners are taking over the UK publishing world! Are you aware of it?! I’ve mentioned the secret plot to a couple of literary editorswebite-home-146 recently but none picked up on the story. They probably think the topic is too hot, too controversial. And rightly so, the very foundation of the English book market could be in peril.

 

I am not talking about foreign books by the way – no, I am talking about people, foreign people are attempting to run the UK publishing world. Think of Alma, Bitter Lemon, Pinter&Martin, Haus, Pushkin, and of course Peirene. And let me point out something else: half of these are set up and run by women – foreign women. Pushkin by South African Melissa, Haus by German Barbara and Peirene by German me.

 

Let’s just scrutinize these last three ladies a bit closer: Melissa set up Pushkin 10 years ago. She publishes classical and contemporary European literature and has rekindled interest in writers such as Stefan Zweig. Phillip Pullmann called Pushkin “a small box full of treasures”. Barbara set up Haus six years ago and has since then turned the company into a bit of a conglomerate, publishing history, travel, politics and foreign literature too. Her new imprint, Arabia Books, specializes in translations from Arabic. “The Dark Side of Love” by Rafiq Shami was named last week as one of the top ten  Books of the Year by WH Smith. And then there is moi meme of Peirene. Our third title has just gone into reprint, which means Peirene’s entire fleet of titles have moved into second print-runs.

 

So, what sort of foreign creature are we: mad women? Amazons? Truth to be told I’d like to think of us as the three Graces, bringing beauty and mirth and good cheer to the Anglo-Saxon publishing world. But such self-adulation could be interpreted as presumptuous. Let’s leave it then. Therefore, Amazons – men-killing, son-eating, one-breasted…nope, I’m really not keen on this description at all. That only leaves mad women. I guess we are indeed mad, book–mad.

 

But there is method behind the madness. I don’t think any of us plans to take over this island. But we grew up in countries where book markets and reading cultures are more diversified than here. And – speaking for myself – that has taught me the virtues of cross cultural influence. After all, imagine Christmas without a Christmas tree. Let us thank the Victorians who allowed  foreign pollen blow across from Germany and germinate in Britain.

Showbiz in Sloane Square

Friday, June 11th, 2010

 

My nymph, I am afraid to say,  has gone of the rails! She thinks she’s a star now – a film star – living in Belgravia, hanging out with the Gucci and no-2-launch-031Armani crowd.

 

Yesterday evening saw the launch party of Peirene Title No2, Stone in a Landslide by Maria Barbal. We went to town for that event, I have to admit. We left behind the big bleak Archway tower, descended into the Underground and emerged at Sloane Square. There tucked away in a quiet road my fellow country woman Barbara Schwepcke owns Haus publishing and runs bookHaus, a delightful little bookshop. She opened her doors for us, allowed Peirene to take over the entire shop and kept the wine flowing all evening long. And guess what: Peirene had a whale of a time. She not only managed to persuade Claire Skinner – THE actress from Outnumbered – to read excerpts from the novel and invited 80 people to join in the party –she also enticed two camera teams, Catalan TV 3 and the Catalan News Agency, to film the big night and even do an interview with the two of us, herself and me.

 

The nymph of course overstayed her welcome. The event finished at 8.30. By 9.15 I had to drag her by the hair out of the shop, as poor Barbara was exhausted and wanted to lock up. Skipping along by my side, she then made me stop at every shop window in Sloane Street, nagging me to buy her – just once - a cute Chloe blouse or perhaps some tiny weeny Gucci handbag. Because, hadn’t she done well at the launch? It wasn’t fair not to reward her, she lamented. I stayed firm.

 

Today she’s been useless. Utterly useless. She’s uploaded the pictures of the evening onto Facebook and the website and is waiting for the film crew to send her the news reel so she can put it on Youtube. She says she has to prepare herself psychologically for fame which she claims is imminent.

 

I am seriously wondering if I should give her the boot. I am not very patient when it comes to people and creatures who don’t pull their weight. That’s not how you run a publishing house, is it? I’ve also been trying to tell her if fame were her goal she’s in the wrong business. We are in this for the love of the text, aren’t we. She just shrugged the shoulders at me – shameful but true. Love for the text alone won’t put the bread on the table, she said, took her coat and left. I guess she’s down in Belgravia again, searching for glamour and richess.

 

Well, what can I say? I am sure she’ll be back soon. And in the meantime let me bury my envious grudges: I do understand her. A bit of showbiz and glitz makes a nice change to life at the desk.