Posts Tagged ‘Veronique Olmi’

A Pea under the Mattress

Sunday, February 20th, 2011

 

Us poor women are yet again making headlines. We are rarely sighted in the big wide public world. Only 12.5% of blue chip board posts arepea held by women. And on the book market it ain’t looking any better: male writers and reviewers still dominate.  

 

Apparently – according to some research -  lack of ambition and self-confidence is holding women back. Frankly, I don’t buy it. Women are just as ambitious as men and a healthy portion of self-doubt is no bad thing and leads to self-improvement.

 

 In the last three months Peirene employed her first intern. One day a week Will helped Maddy and I with the marketing. Thanks to him we now have a Novella web-page and are running the “Two-Hour Book”  Facebook page. When Will applied, he was “trying to get into publishing, especially the editorial side of it.” I liked his CV and said I can offer him work experience on the marketing side. He took the opportunity.  

 

A couple of weeks ago, just as Will’s time ran out, I was approached by a young, well-qualified, woman. Again, she wanted editorial, I offered marketing. I explained that this is the most challenging part of publishing nowadays and an insight into that area will help her with any number of different career tracks. She turned the offer down.

 

Fair enough, one could of course argue that this young woman knows what she wants and has decided to go for it. Or has she? Has she taken responsibility for her ambition? I’d say, if she really wants to be in at the changing world of publishing, she’d better know the business insight out – and that includes gaining experience in areas she finds more difficult.

 

One more example: When I published Beside the Sea by Véronique Olmi a year ago, it was predominantly reviewed by men. Since I believe that this book needs to be discussed by women, I approached female reviewers directly. To no avail.  Over the last few days I followed discussions on Facebook about why men dominate our book review pages. To my surprise a number of female reviewers stressed that they only review books they like. Why? How do you know if you like a book when you haven’t even read it? And if you read it, you might as well review it. And why should only praise help enhance the name and status of the reviewer? A well written controversial article might shine an even brighter light on the reviewer than a regurgitated eulogy.

 

Us women are ambitious all right. Ça n’est pas le problème. Le problème c’est our self-image. We like to be little Princesses who only say nice things and everybody loves us and we  like to lie comfortably and hate feeling the pea under the mattress.

When shall we four meet again?

Monday, February 8th, 2010

 

Peirene “is a class act”. Yes, it says so. In the papers, The Guardian actually. On Saturday. Review page 14, Paperback choice of the week – in webite-home-106smallcase you missed it! However, being called a “class act” carries risk. A single indiscretion or unprofessional pronouncement and the reputation comes tumbling down.

 

But first let me ask you a question: What do you get when you put together the following four ambitious women: a serious French writer, a gifted Irish actress, an articulate English translator and an enthusiastic German publisher? Choose from the answers below:

 a.) a public cat fight due to professional and personal envy and jealousy

 b.) an outwardly composed picture but marred with dangerous undercurrent of competitiveness and individual over-control drive

 c.) a class act difficult to beat

 

One could imagine any one of these three outcomes, right? Well, perhaps not a.) as for that the four women in question might just be too clever. But b.) is a contender. I guess we could agree on that. Especially, if  for each one there is a lot at stake. The author is translated for the first time in English. The actress reads for the first time a text she is hoping to stage later on. The translator has never chaired such an event before and the publisher is putting on her first ever launch party.

 

A  lot of “first times”, rich fertile ground for blame and angst. They have a show to perform, the guests will arrive at 7.30. At six o’clock they meet. Outside it might as well be thunder and lightening. They gather in the kitchen. They brew the tea and eat the chocolate. They compare notes, hair and heel, draw the demarcation lines. They trade some compliments but also clear the air. And when the guests arrive they have the witchcraft working.

 

P.S. In fact the guests were so bewitched, they ate everything this time – including my potato salad – the lot of it! I am now thinking of challenging them with some new stuff at the next Salon, perhaps Germanic Nudelsalat.