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September 4, 2015 By Jim Kacian 15 Comments

Bookstories 41: George Swede Found

libraryofbabelEvery book tells its story, but what of the other story, the story behind the book? Bookstories offers an opportunity to tell that story. If you have a story about a book or poem you would like to share, contact us and we’ll help you make it happen. Thanks for letting us know the rest of the story!

 

Unknown & Unwinding

My first collection of poetry was with a publisher for chapbooks by beginning writers. When he accepted my manuscript at the end of May, 1974, I was elated. At last, after six years of languishing in journals, my poems would be available in one place for the reading public.

The contract I signed promised that the booklet would be ready in the autumn of the same year. Before the end of summer, the publisher told me that he had booked an evening in mid-October for the launch at a busy library venue for poetry readings. This was a place I went to regularly and where I sometimes read my poems during the open session that followed the scheduled poets. My writing career was taking off.

But, within a week of the launch my collection was still at the printer. The publisher told me not to worry. There was a lineup with several other publications being done for fall release. The day before the launch, however, my booklet still was not ready and my cortisol rose to dangerous levels. The publisher said that he was going to stand by the printer’s side and make sure the booklet was done in time. Nevertheless, expecting the worst, I started to prepare a presentation from the manuscript submitted to the publisher.

My reading was to begin at 8 p.m. and by 7:45 the library’s small auditorium was two-thirds filled. I took the manuscript from my knapsack and rehearsed what I was going to say about the missing booklet. Then, at 7:58, the publisher crashed-in with a cardboard box.

“Don’t worry, here it is,” he shouted. The audience started to pay attention to what seemed like a staged drama, but it wasn’t.

The publisher pulled out a copy and thrust it into my hands. The host of the weekly readings grew visibly relieved and strode to the mike to introduce me before I had a chance to look closely at the booklet. A fleeting impression that the red cover was nice occurred just before I heard my name announced followed by brief applause.

The reading went well and afterwards about seven or eight people lined-up to buy a signed copy of Unwinding. A few of them seemed to frown at the cover, but I paid little heed, being absorbed in greeting and signing. When this process was over, a bunch of us went to a local pub.

Only the next day, after a late breakfast, did I look closely at the cover. It had a face I didn’t recognize. I phoned the publisher. The face on the cover isn’t mine,“ I mumbled dumbstruck.

“Let me check,” he said, and returned moments later. “You’re right. Covers were switched. Your book got so-and-so’s face and his book got yours.”

“You’ve got to reprint,” I said, a crack in my voice.

“It’s too late for that. I shipped copies to 50 libraries and a dozen bookstores this morning.”

“What did so-and-so say?“

“Haven’t heard from him yet. Remember, he’s on the West Coast, three hours behind.”

“Can’t you send the booklets again, this time with the correct covers?”

“Sorry, but I don’t have the time or money right now to redo both of your booklets.”

“Maybe so-and-so and I could help”

“No, it’ll take too long to sort things out.”

“But . . .”

The publisher cut me off and said, “Remember, most people don’t know who you are. You’re unknown. The same goes for so-and-so. The faces aren’t identified on the covers. Your names only appear on the title page. Nobody’s going to figure out that a mistake was made.”

And so the two booklets with the switched covers ended-up on bookshelves in homes and libraries. I consoled myself with the thought that one day they might become collector’s items. On April 21, 2015, I checked some online bookstores and found two used copies that were going for $25. With inflation, not a great change in value.

— George Swede

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Comments

  1. Lewis Sanders says

    September 1, 2016 at 12:32 pm

    Love haiku, and the haiku of Lorraine E.Harr.

    Reply
  2. Patrick Sweeney says

    September 7, 2015 at 3:12 am

    This graceful account should be added to some future collection of Zen stories.

    -Patrick

    Reply
    • George Swede says

      March 2, 2017 at 3:11 pm

      Thanks, Patrick.

      Sorry for the belated reply.

      Geo

      Reply
  3. Garry says

    September 6, 2015 at 10:48 pm

    Farley Mowat an unknown? Maybe once upon a time.

    Reply
    • George Swede says

      March 2, 2017 at 3:13 pm

      Hi Garry,

      Definitely NOT Farley Mowat.

      Sorry for the two-year delay in reply.

      Cheers,

      Geo

      Reply
  4. June Rose Dowis says

    September 6, 2015 at 10:13 pm

    writing is a humbling profession. 🙂 Thanks for the entertaining story.

    Reply
    • George Swede says

      March 2, 2017 at 3:14 pm

      Dear June,

      You’re so right.

      My pleasure.

      Humbly,

      Geo

      Reply
  5. Jo Balistreri says

    September 6, 2015 at 9:35 pm

    Enjoyed reading the story. Would very much like to read your book.

    Jo

    Reply
    • George Swede says

      March 2, 2017 at 3:16 pm

      Dear Jo,

      Glad you liked the story.

      Go to Amazon or to my website for info on how to get one of my books.

      All the best,

      Geo

      Reply
  6. Garry Eaton says

    September 6, 2015 at 5:58 pm

    A cautionary tale, I guess.
    Was it a book of haiku, George? Your post doesn’t say. And we don’t have a copy in THF hard copy library. If it is haiku, we’d love to acquire a copy.

    Garry

    Reply
    • George Swede says

      March 2, 2017 at 3:09 pm

      Hi Gary,

      I finally got the good sense to look at feedback to this tale.

      Sure, I can send a copy of this booklet.

      To you?

      Geo

      Reply
    • George Swede says

      March 2, 2017 at 3:17 pm

      Hi again, Gary,

      Didn’t notice your cautionary, i.e., that it must be a collection of haiku.

      It isn’t.

      Sorry.

      Geo

      Reply
  7. Carlos Colon says

    September 6, 2015 at 12:31 pm

    So . . . whatever happened to Gene Shalit?

    Reply
  8. Billie Wilson says

    September 5, 2015 at 2:16 am

    A truly cool story. Thanks!

    Reply
    • George Swede says

      March 2, 2017 at 3:10 pm

      Hi Billie,

      I finally got around to reading the comments to this tale.

      Old age I guess.

      Glad you enjoyed it.

      GEo

      Reply

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