Our interview with Richard Nash, who saves publishing in his sleep. Put us all together in a room, and it’s a WHOA Fest! #publishingismothafuckingsaved.
Richard Nash, to Publishing: “Quit Being Hookers, Hookers”
One of our favorite people in the barren wasteland of publishing (hell, Russ’s dead grandmother is more fertile than the book world is today) is former Soft Skull publisher-turned-consultant Richard Nash. He’s a fiery, fiesty individual never afraid to call a spade a spade, a garden rake a garden rake, a tuna fish sandwich a sandwich or a hooker a…well, you get the idea.
Today, Nash threw down a thousand gauntlets when he said finally what we’ve all been thinking for ages: the publishing industry? A closed-door back-room club. BEA? The biggest offender, and a show desperately in need of opening itself up to the public, aka THE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY FUCKING BUY BOOKS.
From Nash’s piece on Huffpost:
our problem isn’t the folks taking potshots at us, it is us. That pain in our foot? It’s not outsiders stomping on it, it’s us, shooting ourselves.
Richard? CALL US!
