Post by account_disabled on Jan 2, 2024 3:39:42 GMT
The day before yesterday I talked about the limits that a modern writer has , a post that wanted to summarize my state of dissatisfaction with modern technologies and a dreamed of return to antiquity, to a more genuine world in which the writer but also man can experience true and don't be stuck in front of a screen for most of your days. Today's post is linked to the one from two days ago, because it is precisely modern technologies that have changed the novelist of the 21st century, it is precisely today's world that has created other dreams and other possibilities. I like to look at the web as a quick source of information and a series of tools for disseminating culture . I no longer want to see the web as a surrogate for reality and life.
The time of writers as an elite That time is over. If once upon a time the number of writers could be counted on the fingers of one hand, today we have all become writers, because today anyone has the possibility of publishing something, of calling themselves a writer, even if they demonstrate with incontrovertible evidence that they do not know the most Special Data banal rules of grammar. Italian . Once upon a time the writer wrote and sent his manuscript. We read almost everywhere in the biographies of great authors that a certain publisher had rejected the work of a certain author, which was then accepted by a certain other publisher. This suggests that publishers once responded to authors, perhaps due to the small number of manuscripts received.
Today, however, we are accustomed to editorial silences. On the one hand, understandable, because if I, the publisher, received 100 manuscripts every day, spending at least 2 minutes replying to each one via email, it would take me 3 hours and twenty minutes just for that operation. Of the 8 union working hours, only less than 5 would remain. The time for lukewarm information I read about the Mondadori competition for science fiction novels in I don't know which magazine, many years ago. The web wasn't there yet or, at least, it wasn't there yet in my house. Information traveled slowly, on rolls of paper and in specialized magazines. At that time you had to be a scout, a researcher careful to find every clue to find literary competitions or discover publishing houses that were right for you. The number of novelists continued to be limited and whether this was a good thing or not is not for me to say. Everyone has their own opinion on this.
The time of writers as an elite That time is over. If once upon a time the number of writers could be counted on the fingers of one hand, today we have all become writers, because today anyone has the possibility of publishing something, of calling themselves a writer, even if they demonstrate with incontrovertible evidence that they do not know the most Special Data banal rules of grammar. Italian . Once upon a time the writer wrote and sent his manuscript. We read almost everywhere in the biographies of great authors that a certain publisher had rejected the work of a certain author, which was then accepted by a certain other publisher. This suggests that publishers once responded to authors, perhaps due to the small number of manuscripts received.
Today, however, we are accustomed to editorial silences. On the one hand, understandable, because if I, the publisher, received 100 manuscripts every day, spending at least 2 minutes replying to each one via email, it would take me 3 hours and twenty minutes just for that operation. Of the 8 union working hours, only less than 5 would remain. The time for lukewarm information I read about the Mondadori competition for science fiction novels in I don't know which magazine, many years ago. The web wasn't there yet or, at least, it wasn't there yet in my house. Information traveled slowly, on rolls of paper and in specialized magazines. At that time you had to be a scout, a researcher careful to find every clue to find literary competitions or discover publishing houses that were right for you. The number of novelists continued to be limited and whether this was a good thing or not is not for me to say. Everyone has their own opinion on this.