On Reading, Publishing and Being Working Class

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From The Bookseller:

I don’t suppose there will be many in the publishing world who will contradict me when I say that to be successful as a publisher, you must first be a reader. But reading is not a given for all. It is a tenuous product of years of nurturing that the more working class you are, the less likely you are to receive. I’m really glad that this has become a source of debate within the industry and that people are trying to change things. I fully support it. But it is not enough.

My mother can read, but only just. For her the idea of reading for pleasure is a mystery. But she has always understood that if you can penetrate that mystery, then important things lie beyond. I grew up in a house unfurnished by books and I knew a lot more about “Blue Peter” than Enid Blyton. But my mum always tried to help us read and she would foster it whenever she had the chance, despite not really knowing what she was doing. Comics and Asterix got us started, and when school started asking us to read some classics she would order them from what she called “the nice ladies at WHSmith”.

And so I started getting into some reading on my own. Or sort of. I read Thomas Hardy and Wuthering Heights to impress my middle-class girlfriend and at her suggestion (and backed up by The The’s “Infected” video) I read The Wasteland. I read Seamus Heaney for my A levels and in his poetry found a lifelong inspiration. And to Elaine O’Neill, the teacher who read us The Turbulent Term of Tike Tyler, I will be forever grateful (best twist ever – eat your heart out, “The Sixth Sense”).

But I don’t know that even with this and a university education I would have become a habitual reader had I not gone to work for Waterstones, where it became impossible not to be. I might have dabbled, but I’m not sure it would have stuck.

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If we want more working class stories, authors and editors then we have to look at how first we might encourage and develop working class readers. If you work in a publishing house, as I have for years, you will rarely have tried to reach the reluctant reader. And in fairness why would you? Publishing is a business and like all businesses it relies on the 20% who bring in the 80%. Why spend your hard-won revenue on trying to convince non-readers to try a little literary fiction? Better to leave that to government policy, schools and charities. I wonder why I haven’t paid more attention to this myself and sought to find ways of reaching these readers? Perhaps too often the obvious outweighs the difficult.

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Firstly, we could know more about our readers and how they are faring. We understand the quantitative elements of the market but do we understand how people acquire the reading habit, what sustains it and, most importantly, what inhibits it? Could we as an industry engage with the increasing number of academic publishing departments to research what is really going on with readers – and non-readers? Are fewer people from working class backgrounds finding their way to books? What impact are library closures having on the working class reading habits? What are the more direct interventions we could make to support the wider cohort of young readers?

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So why does any of this matter? At a time when there has never been more cultural competition, just maintaining a readership means constantly pushing at the frontiers of our market and not just relying on the faithful. If the industry truly wants to be more diverse, to represent the wider world and to publish new stories, then encouraging a wider culture of reading must go forward, hand in hand, with investment in new writers and new publishers.

Is what I am asking here a contemporary form of Victorian philanthropy of the sort that led to the foundation of our public library service? Yes, in a way. But one that, over time, can serve to renew the foundations of our entire business. Publishing is special, an industry unlike any other. After all, unlike TV or film, it makes its profits on the back of one our most fundamental social skills. The ability to read. Imagine for a moment how closed the world would be to you if you were unable to read at all.

Publishing lies at an intersection of entertainment, information and education and is the method by which we record our culture. The works of Jane Austen and contemporary working-class author Anna Burns are not just units of revenue, they are a way of understanding who and what we are as humans. In publishing we act as custodians to the culture while also trying to make a few quid. But those revenues are precarious if whole sections of our population are excluded.

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3 thoughts on “On Reading, Publishing and Being Working Class”

  1. I grew up in poverty, with basically uneducated parents (Mom made it to tenth grade, Daddy quit before the eighth). My mother could read pretty well, but mostly read true confessions magazines. My father mostly read the newspaper, but he had a stash of “dirty books” hidden away.

    The first book I ever owned was given to me by my first grade teacher when she had to retire due to tuberculosis. Over the years, most of the books that came into our house were mine, bought for a nickle wherever I could find them, or from the library.

    If it’s hard for the working class to do this, imagine how the children living in poverty are faring. We need better education and better opportunities so the other writers out there can bloom.

  2. A few months ago I was at BN with my 18 yo daughter for our annual post-Christmas book shopping day. I browse a bit and usually get one book for me, while she goes off and comes back with a stack of books that she then tells me about and she then whittles the pile down to must-have, can wait/get cheaper on Amazon.

    While I was waiting for her at the Starbucks there, a little boy was sitting with his dad and was frustrated trying to find a book to read. His dad didn’t seem interested in helping him. He was just sitting there on his phone. The boy was about 9 or 10. I was about to jump in with a few suggestions but the kid wandered into the store. I sort of followed him a bit trying to figure out how I could ask him a few questions to get an idea of what he liked, but the kid went up to the information desk and I was thrilled to see the woman there have someone else take over the desk because she had to find this boy some books. (the tone was very happy, not like, ugh, gotta help this kid) I pretended to browse nearby until I decided the info desk person had a good handle on it. She was asking questions, making suggestions, etc. Say what you will about BN, but that sort of restored my faith in the brick and mortar stores. That kind of help can’t be found on Amazon.

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