The first proofs for The Backstreets of Purgatory have arrived. The only parts that are missing for the moment are the acknowledgements and the list of supporters. Which means that new supporters can still get their name listed up until 27th November 2017. After that it will still be possible to order the book but you won’t be listed as a supporter. However, if you are reading this, the chances are that you are already one of the lovely people who will be on that list (there are six blank pages ready for your names). If by any chance you know of someone who had intended to pre-order but has forgotten, could you mention the deadline to them for me, because I wouldn’t want them to miss out.
I’m cross-eyed and cricked-necked checking the page proofs for any errors that might have escaped us at the copy edit stage (do you like the way I used the pronoun us there, as if I was as involved in the copy edit as the amazing Morag who found all my mistakes, when in fact my role was simply to go, ‘Oh yes, thanks for pointing that out,’
It is absolutely amazing to see the novel printed out like a real book (albeit without a cover). I had a wave of pure excitement when I saw it (swiftly followed by a minor anxiety attack). In recent post, I said we had a cover, but Isobel (Unbound’s art director) sent me a completely different cover last week. The original version she felt wasn’t balanced enough and that it wasn’t immediately obvious what type of book Backstreets is. The new one is equally as cool as the first (but we are waiting for permission to reproduce some images so I’m not revealing anything or getting my hopes up too much at this stage). I was thrilled to also get a message from Isobel saying that she had ‘hoovered up the book’, ‘couldn’t put it down’, ‘enjoyed it massively’ and that she had exchanged screaming texts with Rachael, my editor, about the ending. It is so wonderful to get feedback like that. To know that someone has been affected by and really involved in the book. In fact, it made me realise how important it is to a writer, so I promptly messaged the author of a novel I’ve just finished to tell her how devastatingly brilliant I had found it. (Tony Hogan Bought Me an Ice-Cream Float Before He Stole My Ma by Kerry Hudson. Don’t be taken in by the cover and the cover quotes. Superficially it looks like a comedy. It has some excellent laughs in it but it is one of the most devastating books I’ve ever read.) I thought I was maybe being a bit fan-girly but she was delighted to get my message. I'm going to do it all the time now.
Before the proofs for Backstreets could be printed, I had the very enjoyable task of choosing the typeface from a couple of examples that I was sent. Both were very pleasing and relaxing to the eye but one would have made the book well over 500 pages, and as DeAndra (the eagle-eyed editor responsible for turning the manuscript into an actual book) said, ‘You don’t want it to be a weapon.’ Naturally, I chose that one (kidding).
However, even with the smaller of the two typefaces, seeing the bulk of the manuscript (admittedly double thickness because it isn’t printed on both sides) and considering it will also have the hardback cover, it's clear that the finished Backstreets is going to be a whopper of a creature. DeAndra’s comment got me thinking. So here are 5 uses* for a 500-page hardback (which don’t include using it as a weapon).**
- A footstool for reaching the chocolate that you’ve hidden on top of the kitchen cupboard so no one else in the household can find it.
- A doorstop to keep your doors open when you are moving in to a new house during a hurricane.
- The keystone for the arch of the footbridge to your isolated village (the footbridge that was destroyed in the hurricane) so the removal van can finally leave and you can stop worrying about the removers finding your choc stash.
- A platform sole for a walking boot (singular) so that you can walk in a circle round a hillside (I’m taking my inspiration here from the haggis who has one leg shorter than the other for exactly this reason and who can race swiftly away from walkers and others—albeit on a single contour line— which is why you rarely see them in the wild).
- A podium for a vole who fancies himself as a dancer in a nightclub for small and medium-sized animals.
*once you have read it obvs
** all additional ideas gratefully received