December 17, 2004Your Name HereBy David A. Zimmerman Earlier this week I finished the third of my three big book-signing events for Comic Book Character. Boy, are my arms tired. (Ha! That's hilarious!) Actually, it is funny that people will wait around to have you sign your name on something that already has your name on it. Prior to these signings, the only time my signature has had any value in the eyes of anyone has been when it's applied to a check or a contract--usually a contract that will ultimately involve my signing a check. My first signing event was in Dallas, Texas. I was there for Thanksgiving with my family, and I thought, You know what might be fun--having a book signing! So I called a bookstore and set it up. Then I sat in the store and put together a puzzle while a throng of customers avoided eye contact with me. We sold about five copies--all to people who owed my mommy a favor. A couple of weeks later I rode the coat-tails of the massive marketing juggernaut that is InterVarsity Press to Wheaton, Illinois, where my book signing was heralded by a guy wearing a cape and a spandex body suit. Fortunately for me and for everyone in the store, that guy was not me. Counting infants and my coworkers--who have different developmental capacities but similar purchasing power to one another--about eighty people showed up. Some of them even bought books. Five days later my wife and I, after making a prodigious amount of food, watched our home fill up with friends and family to celebrate the release of my book and the birth of our Lord and Savior. All in all, sixty people came by--we've got the food on the floor to prove it. (Note to self: sweep.) The common denominator of these events is that I had to write something pithy in each copy of the book that sold. Considering that I filled up 160 pages saying essentially "Comic books are cool; you should read them," I think it's fair to say that pith isn't one of my strong suits. But there's a fundamental weakness in books that is at least slightly overcome by a handwritten signature from the author: we read books by our neighbors, for the most part, in the same way we read books by fifth century theologians--one word, one sentence, one paragraph, one page at a time, utterly detached from the people who wrote them. We're not free to interact with authors; we simply accept or reject what they inject into our lives. Likewise, in most cases authors get no opportunity to hear their readers. An author casts an idea out into the world and hopes that it's given some attention, that someone somewhere will take the idea to heart and make some use of it. For all their depth, books are two-dimensional artifacts in a three-dimensional world. My three-year-old niece offered me a strict warning at one of my signing events that continues to perplex me: "Uncle Dave, don't write in books." She's speaking from experience, having learned in her short life that librarians don't look favorably on such behavior. But if books are anything, they're written in, and for that matter, what do you do at a book signing if you don't write in books? Perhaps a three-year-old born into a postliterate world has some ideas on the matter, but until she writes a book on the subject I'll be left in the dark, nursing my poor, carpal-tunnel threatened hand back to health. *** This may well be my last Strangely Dim of 2004. I am suffering severe writer's block. So unless my muse strikes next week, I'll say Merry Christmas today and Happy New Year next year. Thanks for reading and God bless. Posted by Dave Zimmerman
at December 17, 2004 8:34 AM
Zimm, Jeff: Thanks for the comment. A little background to my writing here: I've just come off three book signing events, where my most involved conversations lasted no more than a minute. People were either filing through a line that had to keep moving or vying for elbow room in a crowded house. So a good chunk of my perplexity is flowing out of that feeling that I missed the chance to REALLY talk with some folks. But you're right: There's certainly a depth that can be uniquely reached in writing. I would like to go on record (in case my boss is reading) that I strongly support the ongoing publication, purchase and perusal of books. (Nice alliteration, huh?) I think better by writing than I do by talking, in that I can look back at what I've written already and keep my thoughts anchored as a result. And I definitely see value in the long shadow cast by books: some of the most important stuff I've read was written by people long dead before I showed up. Similarly, as a wannabe historian I see great value in knowing our heritage--seeing where we stand against a backdrop of where people have stood before us and considering how those who come after us will benefit or suffer for what we've said and done. Nevertheless, there's a cost in the medium of books that balances out those benefits. We ought, I think, to be able to have thoughtful, redemptive and constructive conversations in our present with the people around us, and to the degree that the people around us know us well and are somehow invested in our lives, the impact of their influence can be profound--either postively or negatively. I depend a lot on a musical metaphor when I try to sort through this stuff: there's a function for melody and a function for harmony, and the best music realizes both functions. The greater story being told that you reference and hopefully we both contribute to is melodic--one strand takes place over time, and its impact is finally and fully known by measuring the beginning against the end. But the harmony along the way is important, and each particular point in time feels its impact. Blah blah blah. All this to say, we should talk to one another. And we should read. Particularly books about comic books. They make great stocking stuffers. Comment by: dave at December 17, 2004 9:49 AMZimm, Comments are closed for this entry. |
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