Monday, April 25, 2016

Worst. Reading. Ever. - Guest post by Adrian McKinty

Adrian McKinty is an Edgar Award nominated  (Gun Street Girl) crime writer from Belfast. His first crime novel, Dead I Well May Be, was shortlisted for the 2004 Steel Dagger Award. His first Sean Duffy novel, The Cold Cold Ground, won the 2013 Spinetingler Award. The second Sean Duffy novel, I Hear The Sirens In The Street, was shortlisted for the 2013 Ned Kelly Award, the 2014 Barry Award & was longlisted for the 2014 Theakston Best British Crime Novel Award. Thanks, Adrian, for this post. I'm sure a lot of writers and readers will relate.


It was nice of JK Rowling to share her early stories of rejection and humiliation with us. Rejection, of course, is part of the book business but no humiliation is quite as abject as that of the book reading gone awry and Jo Rowling doesn’t seem to have had many of those to complain bout.

Like comics celebrating their bad gigs however pretty much every other author can humble brag about book readings they have given where only two or three people came. This is far more common than you would think and in fact the majority of all book readings are probably for “crowds” of a dozen or less. You don’t get to hear much about these sad events because this never happens to celebrity authors or best selling writers, though for the majority of novelists it’s the humiliating norm: the crowd of four, two of whom are asleep, one of whom is clearly mad and the last person is your auntie.

Far more impressive to me are the authors who can boast of zero attendance at their book readings. For zero people to show up you have to be particularly skilled in the arts of non persuasion. This has happened to me half a dozen times, and now I quite look forward to these nihilities as they are, actually, pretty easy situations to handle. If no one comes, you simply sign stock and go home early free of the whole unpleasant business. Much trickier is the circumstance where one person shows up. Then you feel obliged to go on with the show, sometimes to the annoyance of the shop owner who is forced to go through the motions with you. Once in the Boulder Bookstore as I proceeded to read to one person (my wife’s cousin), the owner began aggressively putting away the clangy metal chairs he had laid out for twenty.

I’ve got many other reading horror stories. At a book reading in Spain once my host began the event by throwing my book on the table, pointing his finger angrily at me and demanding “why I had betrayed the revolution?”

But my worst reading of all was in Boston, Massachusetts where I had to deal with a heckler. Comics are used to dealing with hecklers but not authors. I’ve had my share of online trolls, of course, where it’s easy for someone to say that you’re a “terrorist sympathiser” or a “provocateur working for MI5”; but it requires courage to show up to someone’s book reading and try that on.

At this particular store in Boston I had a respectable crowd of about eleven, and I’d been reading for about five minutes when I noticed a man in the front row (they’re always in the front row) start to get agitated. He was about thirty, well built, tall, wearing black jeans, work boots and a button down white shirt. He looked completely normal, but evidently something I was doing was driving him crazy. Finally he could take it no more and yelled out: “This is shit!”

I decided to ignore him and carry on but a minute later he interrupted again, looking at his fellow audience members for support: “Can’t you all see this? This is such utter shit!”

Authors go through a lot of self doubt over their manuscript, and as you read and re-read the book in the proofing and editing stages the jokes start to seem flat, the plot points predictable and the characters dull. Part of you is always thinking: “Can’t you all see this? This is such utter shit!” If I’d been, say, Stewart Lee, I would have articulated all of this and potentially disarmed the man, but as it was I kept ignoring him and attempted to continue. Incensed, he stood up, went to the podium, and tried to snatch the book out of my hand.

“Look, what’s the problem, mate?” I asked.

“This is shit.”

“Specifically what’s the problem?”

“What’s with all the big words? Who do you think you are? What can’t you talk in normal fucking English?”

A line from Fawlty Towers rose up in my head that I unwisely gave vent to: “What? Pretentious, moi?” I said.

This only maddened him further and he successfully snatched the book out of my hands. I tried to grab it back before he muttered: “I have a knife!”

So do I, I thought, a whole kitchen full of them until it occurred to me that he probably meant with him, here, tonight.

This particular bookshop had no security of any kind and enjoying what was turning out to be a much livelier event than advertised, no one in the crowd was calling the police.

“This word, what does this word mean?” he said shoving the book in my face and pointing at the word ‘tenebrous’.

“It means ‘shadowy’ or ‘dark’,” I said.

“What can’t you fucking say ‘dark’ or ‘shadowy’ then?”

“I could have, but I’d said ‘darkness’ earlier on the page, and if I remember rightly I liked the association the word ‘tenebrous’ conjured up with the Catholic liturgy of—”

“My point exactly! You could have fucking said dark!” the man yelled triumphantly and stormed out of the bookshop still holding my book.

The reading more or less ended there in mass embarrassment for everyone, and, if it had, in fact, been the worst book reading ever, the audience would have agreed with the heckler about my purple prose and left with him. Actually I got more sympathy purchases of the book than normal, although I still wouldn’t recommend this as a strategy for boosting your book sales up into the JK Rowling territories.


DT said...

Thanks for sharing that episode, Adrian. Wow. That's puts some of my negative Amazon reviews for Standpoint in perspective!

Brenda Chapman said...

My local indie bookshop owner here in Ottawa recommended your series and I am a huge fan of your writing. Come do a reading a here Where you are truly appreciated! Plus, no hecklers in Canada:-)

J F Norris said...

My guess -- he's an improvisational actor. Great opportunity to show off, disrupt and then storm off with a free book.

Susan C Shea said...

But you see, there was a real underlying purpose: He wanted a free book and decided like a true pr that the best way to steal it was in plain sight. Someone to write into a new book?

Unknown said...

Holy cow! I don't know what I would have done. It sounds like you handled it well. At least that's more exciting than no one attending.

Unknown said...

Holy cow! I don't know what I'd have done. At least that's more interesting than no one showing.

quoi said...

Great story and I'm glad he only took the book and not your liver. I've found question time to be a perilous point in the evening -- especially when reading from Collateral Damage, my book about the impact of the Vietnam War. I try to be very very calm no matter what anyone says. So far, no one has been quite as crazy as your guy, though there have been some moments when it felt like we were teetering in that direction. Who says it doesn't take courage to be a writer!

Unknown said...

Welcome to Boƒton!

David Magayna said...

I love the word, but can see that it's application must be judiciously applied. "It was a tenebrous and stormy night", would, I think, not yield an annual writing contest.

Priscilla said...

Thank you so much for posting this! I feel ever so much better!

Judy Penz Sheluk, author said...

I just did my first reading a couple of weeks ago and was terrified. There were about a dozen people, all very kind. I think I would have fainted if someone heckled me! Great post.

Guenther said...

Now I shall not rest until I have utilized 'tenebrous' in a post or comment.

Unknown said...

Hilarious! You must be Irish!!