Dear Edgar #17 Ligeia

And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.               ~ Joseph Glanvill

I like a good quote, who doesn’t like a good quote? Authors in particular like a good quote because they add a sense of authority to a piece. A good quote says, ‘I was not the first to put thought into this concept’, it signals the author is actually well read, educated, has spent time researching ideas and is not just making stuff up…

Of course some authors, with somewhat caddish disregard for proprietary, have occasionally been known to make up a suitable quote if they can’t find one. Generally the trick is to ‘quote’ someone who has been dead a while, a couple of centuries is a nice bit of distance between writer and the quoted… It helps to use someone who is vaguely associated with the subject matter, such as ‘quoting’ a writer who was known for his writings on witchcraft and folklore if you want to lend authority to a story involving hints of witchcraft and folklore…

Of course no reputable author would ever do such a thing… (to be clear I have never claimed to be reputable.) Our own dear Edgar would have been the first to chastise another author for doing such a thing in his role as literary critic. As such he would certainly never do such a thing. So this particular quote from Joseph Glanvill, which appears both within and at the beginning of Poe’s short story ‘Ligeia’ certainly would not have been made up… We can be sure of that.

Joseph Glanvill, for point of interest, was an English writer, philosopher, and clergyman. Most notable for Sadducismus Triumphatus, a renowned collection of seventeenth century folklore centring on witchcraft, which was published after his death (1681) by fellow philosopher Henry Moore who edited it and almost certain wrote a fair amount of it himself using the deceased Glanvill to avoid any scandal associated with the book falling back on him, while making as much money out of a controversial subject as he could. Publishing practises in the 17th century were, it seems, much the same as they are now.

Sadducismus Triumphatus’ went on to influence Cotton Mather book ‘Discourse on Witchcraft’ (1689) the book which informed the intellectual basis behind the Salem witch trials… So nothing problematic there, who doesn’t like a good witch burning after all…

Notably, the Joseph Glanvill quote that Poe used here is not from ‘Sadducismus Triumphatus’, nor from any of the other known papers written by Glanvill. In fact the only reference to this quote you are likely to find anywhere is in this particular story. Of course Dear Edgar, been a writer of real moral fortitude, and a fierce critic of such practises in other writers, would never have made up a quote. It is clear therefore that he must have had access to some obscure text by Ganvill that was subsequently destroyed by ill fortune, in a fire or something, probably… Poe certainly didn’t just make it up, to suit the story and attribute it to a notorious, and importantly long dead author known primarily for writing on the subject of witchcraft, in order to add both intellectual and scandalous weight to his tale.

No, he certainly would not have done such a thing, any more than I would ever do such a thing…

The integrity paramount to the integrity of he who would would claim himself to be an author of integrity is in the quotation of others        ~ Edgar Alan Poe (honest Gov)

But putting such things to one side, having establish Poe almost certainly didn’t make up quotes anymore than I just did… lets go on to the story of Ligeia, a story that covers some passingly familiar territory for dear Edgar. The narrator, who doesn’t name himself, is obsessed with his dead first wife. A woman who introduced him to mysteries, metaphysics and forbidden knowledge. He was besotted with her, or at least the memory of her, but he is also an opium addict, which leaves him somewhat unreliable as a narrator. Leading to, I must warn you, a lot of long melancholy descriptive passages about his raven haired Rhineland beauty. A lot of them… there is a good page or so on her eyes alone. This is not a bad thing, they are masterfully written descriptive passages, there is just a lot of them.

Ligeia, with which or drug addled besotting narrator remains so utterly enamoured, is both beautiful and learned. Not unlike the title character of Poe’s earlier tale ‘Morella‘. While the monomaniac obsessive quality of his love speaks to that other early story ‘Berenice’. There are also shades of one of the stories he is most famous for but was yet to write at the time ‘ ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’. Beautiful intelligent women that die and return in some way were a common thread in Poes stories and poetry. There is a romantic tragic quality to Poe’s female characters that often gets equated to his wife dying young, but at the time this was written Poe had been married only a couple of years, Virginia was still around for another seven to come, he was however clearly still besotted with his young wife.

In the story the drug addled narrator married again after he moved to England into an old Abbey in the middle of no where but with a surprisingly good opioid connection. He second wife Rowena is the polar opposite of Ligeia, the former a blonde blue eyed Anglo Saxon when the latter was a raven haired dark eyed maiden supposedly from the Rhineland but who clearly had roots in the darker skinned Mediterranean peoples of the near east.

the beauty of the fabulous Houri of the Turk. The hue of the orbs was the most brilliant of black, and, far over them, hung jetty lashes of great length. The brows, slightly irregular in outline, had the same tint. The “strangeness,” however, which I found in the eyes

While never stated directly in the story there are hints a plenty that Ligeia practises some form of witchcraft, and when she dies after a long illness she does so only after first composing a poem about death and possibly resurrection, though its hard to be sure. A poem she makes him learn verbatim, as a strange ritual chant, or perhaps it is actuality a spell. And for all our narrator is an unreliable witness to almost everything else, his recollection of that poem is perfect, has has repeated it so often, even after her death, even without knowing he was doing so.

Rowena’s is an unhappy marriage, she sits in the shadow of the narrators great love and he often rages at her in a drug addled state. A couple of years pass and she falls ill and in turn dies. Then enshrouded in her tome the narrator watches the shroud fall away and the corpse transform into the image of his first and long lost wife Ligeia…

So were does all this, and the repeated Glanvill quote Poe uses throughout that isn’t actually a quote at all, get us. Well it is much of a muchness, The death of beauty, obsession and madness, in this case in the form of the drug fuelled ravings of the narrator. There is both little subtext and so much subtext that it is obscured by itself. What it is though, in all its heavy Gothic velvet lined smoking jacket wearing opium fiends splendour is beautifully written. It’s a bit like wading through chocolate. It is undoubtedly over-written, but it is over-written in such a way as to as to seem luxuriant. It should be too much, yet somehow manages not to be. It manages to be just about right despite itself.

It remains as mad as a box of day-glow frogs in a refectory, but just right all the same.

I don’t love it, but I can’t hate it. I would not chose to read it again, but I have no regrets about reading it the first time ( or the several times since for this blog). It has a odd quality about it, something that is hard to define. I suspect most people will take different thing from this story. In the end that may be all that needs be said about it.

Also, don’t trust Poe when he starts quoting people, the mans an utter cad…

ALMOST A FULL FLOCK OF RAVENS LOOKING IN YOUR DIRECTION

Should you read it: Dark tragic gothic insanity and love. So yes , of course.

Bluffers fact: The strangest fact about this story is that it gets cited as Alfred Hitchcock’s inspiration for his film Noir classic Vertigo. Except it wasn’t. French novel D’entre les morts (the living and the dead) by Boileau-Narcejac was actually Hitchcock’s inspiration. Which could vaguely be said to be based on Ligeia, in the same way that 1980’s Battle beyond the stars, was based on The Seven Samurai via The Magnificent Seven, which is to say by a vague kind of osmosis, or not.

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The Men in Dark Tweed #5

The Men in Dark Tweed were created on a wimp while I was working on my current WIP novel, a Victorian Urban Fantasy entitled ’Lucifer Mandrake and the Hanoverian Proxy’ The new, somewhat nefarious Home Secretary sets up a plain clothes division of the young Metropolitan Police Force, reporting directly to him. They are a somewhat sinister group, because basically the main antagonist needed a bunch of shadow thugs…

They are however unerringly polite about it all…

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Larceny of Countenance

I felt the sting of remorse. This face I had stollen for my own, now looked haunted and here I was to pay witness to its end. An end I had brought him to. Oh, I could rationalise it all I wished. Claim that I had never asked him to pretend to be me. Never ask that he take my stead and keep my honour… But it was I who had stolen his face. It was in the end that act and that act alone that had brought him to the noose. More so than any of his, for none of this would have happened had not I first committed my larceny of countenance.  

    From the as yet unfinished ‘Lucifer Mandrake and the Hanoverian Proxy

I don’t as a rule publish excerpts, even single paragraphs form the first draft of an unfinished novel. There are good reasons for this, of which the ‘three drafts’ rule is the most pertinent. That being I don’t let anyone read a new work until at least the third draft. This exert however I am using to illustrate the point behind this post, as it is just about the perfect example of my point of view when it comes to people ‘authoring’ books with AI. A subject that has brokered much discussion of late, and one such discussion on face book lead to this post.

Here in essence is my subjective point of view on novels, short stories and anything else for that matter, ‘authored’ using AI. It is in essence this, no AI would ever use the phase ‘larceny of countenance.’

The algorithms of AI, which sample huge amounts of fiction (seldom, if ever, with the actual authors consent) would not have written the last five words in that paragraph, to wit ‘committed my larceny of countenance’. An AI would have written ‘stolen his face’ instead. Both turns of phase mean the same thing and the latter is by far the more likely to crop up in the endless sampling of written work the programmers of AI’s use for their algorithms. How common, why I use those three words in the same context myself earlier in that same paragraph… Where as ‘Larceny of countenance’ probably doesn’t crop up anywhere.

I am reasonably sure this is the case simply because to the best of my knowledge no one has ever used the phase ‘larceny of countenance.’ before and I only wrote it this morning. In the context of this paragraph it’s a perfect phrase. Given the context is the first person narration of an occasionally pretentious Victorian mage who says things like ‘larceny of countenance’. It is a phraseology unique to that character, and unique within the as yet incomplete manuscript of my current work in progress. It is highly probably that the phase will never be used again by anyone… Myself included. Unless Lucifer Mandrake uses it again at some point in the story, because none of my other characters in other novels , nor myself in a third person narrative, are ever likely to use such a phase. Hannibal Smyth doesn’t talk like that, nor do I on account of my not being a Victorian trans man, who uses magic to present as the gender of their choice, and uses pretension to deflect from their insecurity… Lucifer Mandrake is a unique character with his own voice*.

*Mostly his voice, on occasion her voice as Luci Drake is still in there and the magic being employed by Lucifer is a complicated way to assume the gender of your choice. Occasionally Lucifer reverts to Luci. This is problematic and challenging for me as a writer, because gender, identity and importantly, hormones switching about, in your main character makes things complex. But that is also in part why I wanted to write this character, easy characters are dull…

My point here is that AI can only write, and will only write, by mimicry. AI is not actually intelligent, its an algorithm regurgitating word soup. If you tell an AI to ‘Write a story in the style of Mark Hayes’ its going to struggle, as I don’t have a style… Not as such. I write in many styles, and none. Often I write in 1st person narration, but the style then is the style of the narrator not myself, even if the narrator is a mere self aware consciousness observing events. 3rd person tends to have more of me in it, but even then it is the me that is telling the story. I guess you could tell an AI to write a Hannibal Smyth story, and feed it first with all the Hannibal novels and short stories. But it still would not write Hannibal, it could not affect his self-loathing or the lies he tells himself before he even begins to tell the reader. His inner Id is just as complex as Lucifer’s.

No AI would ever use the phase ‘larceny of countenance.’ Because until this morning, when I wrote that paragraph, neither would I. This doesn’t mean what I have written is some form of higher literature. Its a line in a fairly pulpy Victorian urban fantasy novel that explores some complex issues of gender, identity, between trips to dark fairylands and mocking cricket. All it means is no AI would write what I have written, because I am widely unreliable and tend towards the intuitive in my writing.

But I write the kind of things I want to read. And what I want is to read are books by other people who make up things as ridiculous as the phrase ‘larceny of countenance.’ and agonise about doing so because getting such a phase just right is what they feel the universe needs to happen, despite it being three words in what is currently a 57k manuscript that will almost certainly never be read by the vast majority of humanity. And even the infinitesimal percentage of humanity who read the finished novel will probably never remember reading those three words.

The point is ‘larceny of countenance’ over ‘stole his face’ is where the blood is. Which is why I have no interest in AI written novels. I want the blood, the viscera , the truth of another author, when I read. Not some watered down facsimile of humanity regurgitated without soul or consequence. I’d sooner read a James Paterson novel than anything written by an AI… This is not to say I care only about turns of phase, my point is not that my rather pretentious narrator chooses strange phasing. It is that I want honest stories, discovered by writers as they wrote them. Because the art of writing is just that a fucking art. And are requires a soul.

Not some AI’s attempt at a larceny of countenance…

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The Men in Dark Tweed #4

Clearly this has been a thing… It may continue somewhat sporadically through the new year, or not if I forget to do any more. But for now the MIDT’s will continue to pop up.

In case you have not been paying attention, The Men in Dark Tweed were created on a wimp while I was working on my current WIP novel, a Victorian Urban Fantasy entitled ’Lucifer Mandrake and the Hanoverian Proxy’ The new, somewhat nefarious Home Secretary sets up a plain clothes division of the young Metropolitan Police Force, reporting directly to him. They are a somewhat sinister group, because basically the main antagonist needed a bunch of shadow thugs… They are however unerringly polite about it all…

*In case this one needs explanation, go listen to the entirety of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, An album that contains Carrie’s original favourite song in Passing Place, before I changed it to avoid being sued

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The Men in Dark Tweed #3

This may become a thing… Or probably not as I’ll forget to do any more. But in my current WIP a Victorian Urban Fantasy entitled ’Lucifer Mandrake and the Hanoverian Proxy’ (its a working title) The new, somewhat nefarious Home Secretary sets up a plain clothes division of the young Metropolitan Police Force, reporting directly to him. They are a somewhat sinister group, because basically the main antagonist needed a bunch of shadow thugs…

They did not have a name, when they were first in the plot tree, and due to the complex nature of events they don’t actually turn up in the narrative until about 45000 words in… But once they did they needed some kind of name, or nick name at least, and the first thing that came to mind was something of a joke, which utterly delighted me so I ran with it. Hence the sinister, shadowy but unerringly polite ‘Men in Dark Tweed’.

As the idea amuses me, this may or may not becomes something of a series of what for want of a better word we will call comics.. If so , this is #3

*Doctor John Harvey Kellogg. Yes that Kellogg… Inventor and holder of the patient for the Kellogg Cornflakes, was a bit weird, as was his sanatorium. A bit weird is an understatement. As I found when I did some research for a Dear Edgar post ‘A Loss of breath; earlier this year. Making it the perfect place for ‘disappearing’ Victorians who don’t know when they are ‘politely’ been encouraged to move along and forget they saw anything.

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The Men in Dark Tweed #2

This may become a thing… Or probably not as I’ll forget to do any more. But in my current WIP a Victorian Urban Fantasy entitled ’Lucifer Mandrake and the Hanoverian Proxy’ (its a working title) The new, somewhat nefarious Home Secretary sets up a plain clothes division of the young Metropolitan Police Force, reporting directly to him. They are a somewhat sinister group, because basically the main antagonist needed a bunch of shadow thugs…

They did not have a name, when they were first in the plot tree, and due to the complex nature of events they don’t actually turn up in the narrative until about 45000 words in… But once they did they needed some kind of name, or nick name at least, and the first thing that came to mind was something of a joke, which utterly delighted me so I ran with it. Hence the sinister, shadowy but unerringly polite ‘Men in Dark Tweed’.

As the idea amuses me, this may or may not becomes something of a series of what for want of a better word we will call comics.. If so , this is #2

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The Men in Dark Tweed #1

This may become a thing… Or probably not as I’ll forget to do any more. But in my current WIP a Victorian Urban Fantasy entitled ’Lucifer Mandrake and the Hanoverian Proxy’ (its a working title) The new, somewhat nefarious Home Secretary sets up a plain clothes division of the young Metropolitan Police Force, reporting directly to him. They are a somewhat sinister group, because basically the main antagonist needed a bunch of shadow thugs…

They did not have a name, when they were first in the plot tree, and due to the complex nature of events they don’t actually turn up in the narrative until about 45000 words in… But once they did they needed some kind of name, or nick name at least, and the first thing that came to mind was something of a joke, which utterly delighted me so I ran with it. Hence the sinister, shadowy but unerringly polite ‘Men in Dark Tweed’.

As the idea amuses me, this may or may not becomes something of a series of what for want of a better word we will call comics.. If so , this is #1

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Pagan Books (of the year and otherwise)

Fellow author, blogger, musician, poet, worshipper of trees, insightful guru, druid, and all round wonderful person,Nimue Brown started a Facebook group called Pagan Book News. If you are interested in paganism, belief structures, and humanities connection to the wider universe, its a great group to be part of.

Currently they are running a poll for pagan book of the year. So go have as look , maybe vote if you have read any of the books on the list and have a favourite . If not just have a look at some books in general that you might otherwise never see.

(I have voted, but as I had only read one book on the list that wasn’t the hardest of votes to decide on… It does mean I need to read more of them though)

Also given the day… May it be a happy solstice to all who follow the many less trodden paths that wind through the forrest of existence, however you chose to celebrate the day. The light is returning to the world once more…

Blessings be

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A Brush with the Law A Guest post by Will Nett

To the Black Maisonette the Childe Nettleton came

This line is of course from the infamous fragment of the lost narrative poem by Bob Brown, found written on the back of a fag packet in 1992. Many have since claimed it was inspired by Robert Browning’s ‘Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came’. There is some question of whether the ‘e’ on Childe is just a smudge and the line should actually read ‘To the black maisonette the child Nettleton came.’ That ‘e’ making all the difference, as was often the case in the early 1990’s.

That line then is either the title and opening line to a lost epic narrative poem about a Frankish Carolingian knight called Nettleton in the time of Charlemagne. Or notes made by notable racist and Neighbour Hood Watch member Bob Brown about the activities in and around the maisonette’s at the end of his street and the local louts buying weed and ‘E’s from the dealer who live there.

In any regard, as he just won’t get his own blog, Will Nett sent me another guest post. It is possible he is the ‘childe’ in question from the back of the fag packet. If so it is not because he is a Frankish Knight from the Matter of France, but a disreputable travel author from Teesside who has spent much of his life hanging around with villains in grotty public houses, before taking repeated short trips to Eastern Europe and back.

A Brush With The Law By Will Nett

Could you spot a fake? The folks at Vienna’s Museum of Fake Art certainly can. The building, on Lowengasse, is a tribute to artistic fakery in all its nefarious forms. The airy one room display is home to some of the most provocative paintwork ever committed to canvas, but not for reasons you might expect. It suggests that a ‘copy’ of a piece of art, much like a musical cover version, is perfectly acceptable. The illegality of the process comes to the fore when a piece of work, according to the Museum’s guidebook, is ‘sold on condition or agreement to be traded, without informing the buyer.’ A period of seventy years is to have passed, however, before a ‘copy’ can be painted. Naturally, within this grey area, there’s a lucrative market for knowingly fake art, and artists like Eric Hebbron, author of ‘The Art Forger’s Handbook’ whose quote, ‘the world wants to be fooled’ are displayed prominently.

It is within these vague parameters that I find myself, surrounded by the works of Elmyr de Hory, and that of the genial ‘Han’ van Meegeren, who famously duped Herman Goering to the tune of 1.6,000,000 gilders with his forgery of Vermeer’s Christ with the Adultress. van Meegeren stuck it so metaphorically far up the art establishment that, engulfed by their usual vanity and hubris, they simply doubled-down and claimed that the fakes were indeed real Vermeers. It was a twice as sweet outcome for the Dutchman as an artist who’s work had been previously rejected by his contemporaries; now he was a wealthy man off the back of it.

The museum is not restricted to paintings. Staying with the theme of poor artistic judgement by the Nazis, Konrad Kujan’s faked Hitler diaries are also displayed, along with one of 8,965,080 counterfeit UK banknotes recovered from Lake Toplitz that were intended by the Germans to weaken the British monetary system during World War II. Eighty years later and the UK has proven that it needs no help from anyone when it comes to destabilizing the economy.

Other represented replicators include songwriter-turned forger John Myatt, who’s fakery extends to his claim to have written Janet Kay’s 1979 Top Ten hit, ‘Silly Games.’

Aside from his chart aspirations, he knocked off canvas after canvas of Giacomettis, Matisses and Chagalls, that were then supplanted carefully into the art world by his associate fraudster John Drewe. Both men met the same fate as van Meegeren, going on to serve prison sentences as the price of their deceptions.

I’m minded to think of the artistic merit- if any- of other artistic fields. Songs are routinely covered; films remade or ‘reimagined’ but there’s no demand for ‘cover’ versions of books for example, or great paintings.

What then, are these ‘genuine fakes’ – as Myatt called them- worth, now that they are as famous as their originals; and who is to say which is which?

As we have seen in the UK over the last decade, the general public simply love to be conned; charlatans elected to the most senior public office, and their donors embroiled in corporate fraud; TV presenters indulging in illicit affairs; sportsmen- it’s almost always men- claiming life-threatening injuries.

Be it art, or something other, people can’t get enough of it.

Be real.

Fake it ‘til you make it.

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Creating books

This is an updated article that I originally wrote in 2020 because the subject keeps coming back around, one way or another. Please bear in mind this is written with some humorous intent, but the advice contained within is meant seriously.

An occasionally wise man once said,

It’s one thing to write a novel, and quite another to make a book.

This is true, as far as it goes. A novel is a long series of words placed one in front of another in order to tell a story, or several stories that link to tell one meta story, or a long winding memoir of someone who never existed in a version of the world that never existed, or a exploration of a psyche fighting for a way to come to terms with a trauma so shattering that their mind has splintered to hide the truth from itself… Or as you might otherwise think of them, a long series of words..

A book on the other hand is sheets of paper with words upon them, carefully laid out in order, bound in thicker paper to form a cover with pictures and words upon it, a blurb , a bit about the author, chapter heads, contents pages,  an also by page, copyrights , fonts and choices of style, presentation, layout, typesetting’s and a whole bundle of other stuff. Or to put it simply, more than just a bunch of words placed one in fount of the other that form a narrative…

To put it bluntly, to be a writer takes one skill set, which you may call ‘word herding’, making a book, however, takes a whole different skill-set, and this is a very important point for the independent writer to realise. They have a few choices about how they approach the task of creating a book but for me there is one very important thing they have to remember when making decisions on how they approach that task. No matter how skilfully they have crafted their words, no matter how fine their writing, regardless of the intricacy of their plots, the depth of their characterisations, and all the blood they have spilled on the pages, or little bits of their soul they have unleashed. How those words are ultimately presented is just as important as the words themselves.

A wise author, one must say, is one who seeks help and guidance, knows the limitations of his or her skills, and unless they have the skillset to typeset a book they seeks out those who do, be they friends, colleagues or professionals offering a service…

I should point out here, I am not talking about proof-reading and editing, that is a whole different kettle of fish. A damn important kettle, indeed as important a kettle as it is possible to have, but a different kettle all the same.* This, however, is about the skills of  typesetting, designing covers, presentation and has more than a little to do with graphic design. A whole different skill set from writing as I say, but one that when it comes to books is just as important, and a skill set that no one should be afraid to buy in if they need to.

*has anyone ever put fish in a kettle? Who knows, its just one of those sayings… **

** Actually a kettle in this case is a large pot used for boiling water in which fish were often cooked in the grim past before microwaves were invented, I know this and I am just being obtuse.***

***yes I know you know I was just being obtuse…

Frankly unless you are utterly confident in your own abilities, and even if you are, buying in those skills is probably exactly what you should do, and a wise man would know this… But lets assume you don’t wish to do so… Here in lays a basic guide to typesetting…

Marks basic guide to typesetting

Pick up a book, one of the papery things full of words, if you are a writer I am going to assume you have one to hand. No writer should ever be more than three feet from a book… Now hold the book for a moment and feel the weight of it. If its a professional book, and by that I don’t necessarily mean one from a big publishing house, just a book that has been professionally produced, it will have a cover that looks inviting in some way, that tells you something about the words within. It will also have a cover that could sit next to any other book on your book shelf. It will be the same size and shape as other books on your bookshelf as well. It will, in essence be the same as any book you might find in a bookshop.

Now open the book up, at any random page. Notice the fonts, they will be of the right size, pleasing in a none offensive way, easy to read for hours without eye strain. (Garamond 12 point as a rule) There be a small indent at the start of each paragraph, but only a small one, possibly a slightly larger one at the start of a separate passage or chapter. There will not be an extra space between paragraphs like you might find in a word document. Paragraphs will be justified right and left, the last sentence of a paragraph will never be at the top of the next page, there will be a header with the title, or the chapter title on the odd pages and the authors name even pages, page numbers. Chapters will usually start on odd page numbers to the left, and when a chapter ends on an odd page there will be a blank even page to the next starts on an odd again…

Not all of this will be true for every book, but even when it isn’t there will be an internal logic to how it is typeset. ( and it will never consist of having an extra space between paragraphs, I have lost count of the times I have come across indie books that do and it’s like nails raking down a blackboard when ever I see it… It will also always have justified text, dear gods why do people not justify text in a book , are you trying to hurt me?)

The point is however the book is laid out it will have been laid out by someone who has put a degree of thought into doing so and applied experience into the typesetting. Its a skill all of its own, as is deciding how to present chapter names, numbers, contents, also by pages and everything else. And all of this is just as important as a cover. Many indie authors are more than willing to pay for a cover because they are not graphic designers or artists, they should likewise be willing to pay for typesetting if need be, because even if you could not tell me what the inside of a book should look like, I almost guarantee if you open one that is badly typeset you will notice straight away, even if your not sure what it is your noticing, you will notice and you’ll put the book back down on the authors table because even though the cover was enough to make you pick it up the typesetting has made it less inviting once you have opened the book up.

Of course, you can learn to do all this yourself, but is it really something you want to learn through trail and error?  A wise writer would ask for help or find professionals to help them.

I of course am not a wise man… I learned how to do it all myself and did so the hard way… But unless you have the right kind of skill set to learn how to do this, don’t just go with ‘it will do’ get some advice, and remember , first and foremost your a writer, so write.

And then of course strip out every bit of typesetting you have done for the paperback edition and build the ebook versions from scratch…

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