My first suggestion for ritual catharsis:
My second is we stop eating beef.
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My first suggestion for ritual catharsis:
My second is we stop eating beef.
All of which, with the use of this smooth, clever transition sentence, leads me to my topic,Ā 99 Practical Methods of Utilizing Boiled Beef, a book that has sweetened me on self-published books (even if itās notĀ technically self-published). A few years ago, when I was ready to publish my first book, the award-non-winning novelĀ Barn Again: A Memoir, I learned, after a year of researching and querying agents and publishers, that no one else was ready for it to be published. Skip to the part where I finally say fuck it, Iāll publish the motherfucker myself and unlike certain people Iāll actually proofread it. And to mask the shame of self-publishing I put it out under a phony publisher name, Malarkey Books. And because of that this website exists and other people are even writing for it, and dozen of people have read my books, and Iām writing this review of a book that was published by another small-time publisher. The thing is, you wonāt hear about it on the news or any of the big magazines or literary websites, but some of the most interesting books being published today are being self-published or released by extremely small presses that use the exact same publication method as the self-publishers, which is print-on-demand. Usually with either CreateSpace or Ingram Spark. Obviously Malarkey uses Ingram Spark because CreateSpace is owned by Amazon and Amazon is an anagram for Satan. Cow Eye Press, the publisher ofĀ Boiled Beef, also uses Ingram Spark. I asked, but I didnāt need to. You can tell. CreateSpace books are easy to spot because they have this crease near the spine on the front and back covers. Youāre right, theyĀ should change their name to CreaseSpace. Ingram, once you hold a few, you can tell by the feel of the cover, also the barcode at the back of the book.
Youād have to be sort of nuts to buy this book. Youād have to be sort of nuts to publish it. I mean, itās just a book of recipes, none of which is particularly detailed orācanāt even tell if this is the vegetarian in me or the old picky eater in meāappetizing, for cooking boiled beef. But itās not just a book about boiled beef. Itās also a meditation on publishing and independent literature. What the good folks at Cow Eye Press have done is pluck an obscure manuscript from the public domain and turn it into a metaphor for the existence of the modern writer. The twenty-first-century update ofĀ Boiled Beef is prefaced by a note from a fictional intern, who thinks āno more than five people will read this new edition.ā But it doesnāt matter how many people read it, the point of this book is that āNobodyās gonna read a book of recipes for boiled beefā is not a critique but a formula. āNobodyās gonna read a book of/about/for/byā + whatever category or genre doesnāt really sell. For writers and publishers outside the publishing establishment, we know this, and we do it anyway. Because weāre stubborn or vain or deludedāor because itās worth doing, even if there aināt a big fucking market for what we do.
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āAs an independent publisher,ā writes Natalie Zeldner in a note at the beginning of the book,
I sometimes wonder why we even bother. It is unlikely that anyone will take note of the books we publish. No reviewer will discuss them. Bookstores will not stock them. The common reader, already drowning in a sea of heavily marketed titles, will never suspect that ours also exist. Our books will be excluded from the prominent āBest Ofā¦.ā lists and literary awards that have become the last refuge for gaining editorial credibility and an external audience ā but that to this day remain the privileged birthright of the publishing establishment and its legacy of patronage and prestige, of old money, of esoteric tradition, of economic expediency, of timeliness, of genre.
She still went and published this book. Thatās what we do. Agents tell us no, so politely. Book reviewers ignore our emails. Bookstores charge us consignment fees. We keep writing. We keep publishing. We keep reading.Ā Boiled Beef is more than a book, itās an homage to those of us who work in the dark, whose publications exist and matter and are met, as Cow Eye Press put it on twitter, with overwhelming silence. For those of us in the independent publishing world, we donāt have publicists or marketing teams. We donāt have agents, managers, or brand strategists. All we have is each other.
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[The crippled god of metallurgy, fire, and alchemy has many names and many facesāsometimes Hephaestus, Ptah, or Vulcan. He changes to suit his needs. And just like his names, his creations have gone through countless revisions. This time, heās finally onto somethingāhis Automata have turned the heads of other gods. Theyāve noticed their pre-programmed potential. Thereās a reason Vulcan didnāt scrap the Automataāa reason he left them in the care of humans all this time. They were just the beta testers for his most intricate windup toy yetā¦
Vulcanās ancient Automata find their purpose rebooted in the second installment of the CIRCO DEL HERRERO/THE BLACKSMITHāS CIRCUS series. Their immortal human Masters will drop like fliesāsuperfluous in the next round as the gods shuffle in a new deck of fateful cards. The Masters can choose how and when, but they will all die to free the Automata of their earthly chains. Odys and his Automaton, Maud, struggle to protect his twin sister from the plotting of his dual-bodied adversaries. But his sister, Odissa, finds herself a willing participant in The Blacksmithās latest exhibitionācould she be the missing cog to the godās tightly wound machine all along?
In this thrilling sequel toĀ THE AUTOMATION, the Narrator and Editor drag readers deeper into the dark history and even darker future of the Automata. When the subterranean god emerges with his postlapsarian blueprint, so will the truth about B.L.A. and G.B. Gabbler. Ideal for fans of Scott HawkināsĀ The Library at Mount Char, Jo WaltonāsĀ The Just City,Ā and all the wayĀ to HomerāsĀ The Odyssey, THE PRE-PROGRAMMING is a literary outrage that dares you to keep reading between the lines and the footnotes.]
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For someone who doesn’t want to be controlled by the corporate world and protect her freedom, she’s participating in corporate publishing and stifling honest writers — promoting a book that James Patterson didn’t even write.Ā We feel like she can do better.
For more of our opinion on this, see this essay.Ā
“It may seem a stretch to claim thatĀ The Girl With All The GiftsĀ is an anti-natalist story when its most pro-natalist characters arenāt necessarily pro-baby, but pro-species. The logic behind both, however, stems from the same selfish and oppressive choices. Humans, until this point, have treated the new, immune second generation like just another thing to be colonized to secure their own posterity. They subject the children to captivity and dissection. This is all done in search for an antidote so that the old generation of humans can keep on living and therefore breeding. It is never in the interest of the new generation/Other. It is here I would like to emphasize natalist vs. pro-natalist. Pro-natalism goes beyond the status quo of humansā natalist tendencies to promote a birthrate without reason or through ignoring ethical critique.”
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