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London Day 5: Charing Cross

In many respects, London feels much like New York or DC. Many of the neighborhoods have a similar feel, like how Camden Town feels like Greenwich Village, and Piccadilly Circus is a little like Times Square. But there’s a section of London that doesn’t have an equivalent I know of anywhere else. It’s a walkable area between the Leicester Square and Tottenham Road tube stops, mostly along Charing Cross Road. In that square mile or so are dozens of bookshops, ranging from small genre and antique bookstores to massive chain flagship stores. For someone like me, it’s akin to a pilgrimage to Mecca.

My agent Joshua is a human computer equipped with google maps and a bookstore overlay. Before I left for London, he gave me a detailed list of bookstores in London with good SF sections, where I was likely to find The Painted Man, particularly those in the Charing Cross area.

It was there we set out for on Tuesday, armed only with a London A-Z map and a handful of pens, for me to try and sign as many books as possible while in town. As a new and unknown author, I need to do whatever I can to encourage people to take a chance and buy my book, and signing shelf-stock in bookstores is a proven way to do that. People often like the idea of having a signed first edition of a book, and that extra special bit can turn a casual curiosity into a sale.

Plus, let’s face it. I was totally stoked to see my book in stores, and would have happily gone to every bookstore in London if I’d had time.

Things were a little slow at first. First up was Waterstones on Oxford St, which had three copies of The Painted Man they hadn’t stocked on the shelves yet. The staff was great in finding then and putting them out once I’d signed them, though. This was followed by Waterstones in Trafalgar Square, again with the stock still in the back, but they had six copies, and put them on a prominent display after they put the “signed by the author” stickers on them:

 

Ensign Cole and I then took a few moments to enjoy the sights in Trafalgar Square. Myke didn’t think our pictures of the lions did justice to their scale, so here’s a shot of him holding up a quarter to one:

I then took a moment to ruminate in the safety of the lion’s paws. It was a beautiful day to reflect on my life’s course, and all the great fortune that had brought me to this place.

From there we hiked back up the hill to Blackwells, which seemed to specialize in more erudite publishing, but turned out to have a very nice SF section. Salesman Glenn had a dozen copies of The Painted Man laid out on the floor, ready to be stocked on the shelves. He was happy to clear a desk for me to sign them before resuming his efforts.

We then went to Foyles, a mammoth bookstore with an excellent SF section managed by the lovely Laura. She already had their nine copies of The Painted Man on display, but was happy to take them down for an impromptu signing.

 

But a touch of fortunate happenstance came with the Foyles visit, as well. Laura and her co-workers had just that day put up a brand-new stretched canvas on the wall for authors to sign. By virtue of being in the right place at the right time, I got the first crack at signing it:

We then went on to the Borders UK flagship store across the street from Foyles, where The Painted Man was on display at the very front in the “New For Autumn” wall, as well as on the shelves in the SF section AND in a big “Essential Science Fiction” display, where as you can see, I ranked #4 ahead of some pretty heavy hitters!

To be fair, I haven’t the slightest idea what the criteria for the ranking was. I can only imagine someone in that shop read an advance copy and was a fan. The SF manager wasn’t in, but floor manager Mike & cashier Kenneth were happy to collect the store’s dozen copies for me to sign and chat with us. Kenneth even bought a copy for himself!

After the store hunt, we made it back to home base and rested our weary feet whilst buying tickets for the Eurostar to Paris. Of course, since we had put it off for so long, the tickets were wicked expensive and the best times were sold out, but c’est la vie. We had a few pints, and then I went back to the hotel and asked for a 5am wake-up call…

Blog entry on Paris tomorrow!

Posted on September 7, 2008 at 5:40 pm by PeatB
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Knackered in Great Durnsford

Posted on September 7, 2008 at 3:10 pm by PeatB
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Pour One Out

Okay, I know I am supposed to be blogging about my awesome London/Paris book tour, and all about The Painted Man and blah, blah, blah, but at the moment, I’m really not in the mood. You see, I just learned that Max Powers, beloved friend and kitten, has passed away. He wasn’t even three, and when I left for London, he was fine.

It’s interesting how even when things seem perfect, life has a way of reminding you that it is a fragile, precious thing. Like when you’re lost in your own problems crossing the street and almost get hit by a car, or the elevator jerks suddenly to a halt, or your plane starts to rattle at 36,000 feet.

Max spent most of his life hiding under the bed. He was never a pest except at feeding time, and always seemed terrified of anything and everything, even though no one had ever done anything but love him.

Well, actually, there was always one thing Max wasn’t afraid of: 

Recently, Max had finally started to come out of his shell. We were looking forward to watching him interact and grow with Cassandra, and to loving him for more than a decade to come. He was barely more than a kitten, and he will be missed sorely.  

I just wish I could have said goodbye.

 

Posted on September 5, 2008 at 3:16 pm by PeatB
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Holy Crap

I started getting a bunch of hits on my website from YouTube, so I tracked them back and found this:

Posted on September 2, 2008 at 6:29 pm by PeatB
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Harper UK Visit

Sunday night was interesting. Went to a Thai pub in Belsize Park with my friend the Brad, but it closed early because people of breeding and sense go to bed Sunday nights, that they might join the civilized world at a decent hour the next day.

Needless to say, we went wandering for another pub, and ended up at a sleazy kebabery at 12:30am, eating meat of questionable origin, surrounded by other drunks with nowhere else to go, listening to an aged and inebriated Elvis impersonator play bad Johnny Cash songs while I waited for the launch of my first fantasy novel the next day while my wife and newborn daughter had dinner half a world away.

It’s times like this, you tend to reflect on your life’s path, and how it can bring you to unexpected places.

But morning came, as it always done, and the sun banished the drunken demons back to the Core for another day. I scoured myself, put on dark glasses, and headed out for the Harper Collins UK/Voyager offices in Hammersmith. After a great many e-mails and phone calls, I was eager to finally meet the lovely and talented Emma Coode (an acquiring editor with very good taste), who was celebrating her 25th birthday (give or take), and the equally charming Alice Moss, who has set up most of the promotion during my visit across the pond.

I made it to the HCUK offices, walked in the front door, and was stunned.

As you can see, they readied the office for my visit by filling the gigantic bookshelf in the building lobby with copies of The Painted Man. It was heart-stopping. I’m sure the security people at reception were wondering just who the nutter staring at the display in glee was.

I went up to the Voyager office, and had a glass of champagne put in one hand, and a pen in the other. Most of the staff (and some of their friends and family) had read the book, and everyone wanted a signed copy. They all apologized as if I were being put upon, but I was so gratified by the attention and the sheer number of people who had read and enjoyed my work that I could have signed all day and into the night.

After a lovely lunch at the Gate, I went back to the Voyager offices to sign more books for giveaways and the like, and then headed to Picadilly Circus to stalk bookstores. The Waterstones flagship store had ordered a whopping 20 copies, but they had not arrived yet. It was frustrating, but how could I complain when they had ordered so many? I then went down the street to the historic Hatchard’s Books, where I signed the shelf stock, and had a great talk with the clerk, who marked the copies with “signed” ribbons as an added incentive to shoppers.

Went back to Camden Town and further stalked myself on the internet. My Amazon UK sales rank went from 104,308 this time last week to 1,176 today. I have no idea how many books you have to sell to make that jump, but I was pretty stoked to see it. I am also up to an even dozen reviews, with half of them 5 out of 5 stars, and the worst of them still pretty good.

Tomorrow is my first video interview. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Posted on September 1, 2008 at 8:32 pm by PeatB
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