Chris Anderson’s The Long Tail reminds us of what we already knew but rarely rationalized: “A hit-driven economy is a hit-driven culture.” Google search “hit-driven culture” today and you will get over 330 results mostly consisting of bloggers and “mainstream media” sites debating whether or not this form of culture is dying. Almost all of them refer to Chris Anderson’s book, which lays the foundation to understand the economics of a hit-driven culture (as well as its nemesis) while letting the cultural aspect itself open for much needed discussion.
Regardless of its longevity, this paradigm has been annoying artists, intellectuals, and anyone with the drive to craft content, for decades. After all, as Anderson clearly stated, “setting out to make a hit is not exactly the same thing as setting out to make a good movie,” or a good book, record, play, etc.
Right at the beginning of our hit-driven culture, Umberto Eco published in Diario Minimo (see details in previous post), an essay titled “Regretfully, We Are Returning Your…” which dealt with imaginary assessments of [hit-driven] publishers evaluating the manuscripts of Marcel Proust, Franz Kafka, James Joyce and others. The piece flows just as well in 2006, and probably even better due to the fact that we might be experiencing an increasingly general annoyance with the mechanisms and end results of contemporary mainstream culture.
Here is Eco’s imaginary rejection of Don Quixote (published in Misreadings), just fast forward 34 years and imagine some record label executive doing the same thing:
Cervantes, Miguel, Don Quixote
The book -the readable parts of it, anyway- tells the story of a Spanish gentleman and his manservant who roam the world pursuing chivalrous dreams. This Don Quixote is half crazy (the character is fully developed, and Cervantes knows how to spin a tale). The servant is a simpleton endowed with some rough common sense, and the reader identifies with him as he tries to deflate his master’s fantasies. So much for the story, which has some good dramatic twists and a number of amusing and meaty scenes. My objection is not based on my personal response to the book.
In our successful low-price series, “The Facts of Life,” we have published, with admirable results, Amadis of Gaul, The Legend of the Graal, The Romance of Tristan, The Lay of the Little Bird, The Tale of Troy, and Erec and Enid. Now we also have an option of The Kings of France by that promising young Barberino, and if you ask me, it’ll be the book of the year and maybe even a book of the month, because it has real grass-roots appeal. Now, if we do this Cervantes, we’ll be bringing out a book that, for all its intrinsic value, will mess up our whole list, because it suggests those novels are lunatic ravings. Yes, I know all about freedom of expression, political correctness, and what have you, but we can’t very well bite the hand that feeds us. Besides, this book seems a one-shot deal. The writer has just got out of jail, he’s in bad shape, I can’t remember whether it isn’t raring to write something else. I’m afraid that in rushing to produce something new at all costs we might jeopardize a publishing program that has so far proved popular, moral, and (let’s be frank) profitable. I say no.
