Frankfurt Diaries: TUESDAY II

Frankfurt Diaries: TUESDAY II


Okay, here we go. A recap of yesterday night.

Tuesday night means scouts dinner: our scout in the USA, Mary Ann Thompson, always hosts a dinner at a fancy restaurant, where they serve great lobster and caviar. Life in publishing is tough and stressful: we need to eat well.

MAT scouts for twenty different publishers, from all over the world, and I am at a table with the Israelis (who are always loud but good fun) and Sevi Sönmez, who works as an editor at Dogan Kitap in Turkey. They published Stoner, and Sevi will come over for Crossing Border in november, because she also will publish Golden Years, the novel of Ali Eskandarian. 

It's her first night and she already has a sore throat. She will have to listen to people a lot this Frankfurt.

I am about to skip the dessert and take a taxi to my second dinner this evening - with the good people of Suhrkamp - when the news arrives: we won the Booker Prize with Marlon James' A Brief History of Seven Killings.

 

 

Him ah finalist?
Him a fucking winner!

 

 

How many pages is it, you ask?

I will tell you: it's a whopping 624 pages, another monumental doorstopper!

New publishing strategy: buy per kilo.

 

 

At Suhrkamp I talk with our former scout in England, Lucy Abrahams, who has all the necessary qualities to become a rabbi. I would convert, I weren't jewish already.

 

 

My friend Frank Wegner has this relaxed Je ne sais quoi-attitude that most people in publishing lack completely. His soothing voice pleasantly resonates in my ears, while he explains to me why he loves working in a structured environment, why Suhrkamp is a great house for him to work at - because his parents were entrepreneurial, he prefers to avoid that kind of stress. 

Good point.

It's time to celebrate in The Hof (not The Hoff, that's David Hasselhoff), so we all take taxis and arrive way past midnight. Omar must have gone to sleep, he's nowhere to be seen. Maybe he is preparing strawberries. There's many Dutch publishers around, most of them intoxicated but not in an unpleasant way - not yet.

I have a good conversation about narcism (jews) and envy (gojim) with Ronit Palache from Prometheus publishers in Holland, and her charming colleague Job Lisman, who confesses: "We are having the best year ever, but next year we have no big books." 

Somehow, I don't feel sorry to hear that.

The guys from Malpaso are partying hard - they also publish Good Old Marlon. Happy drunks, lovely people.

It's 2 PM, time to go to sleep, the last 24 hours have been quite productive: the Deutsche Buchpreis ánd the Booker Prize.

Life is good.

Gepost op: 2015-10-14 in: boeken

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