The experience reminds me of the efforts I made when the novel was published to 'make relationships' with the two larger bookshops in the city. Waterstones were very receptive, and asked me to sign a dozen copies, dedicated a window to the book for a week and put a little 'staff recommended' sign on the shelf where the book was stocked. In Borders, the assistant I approached rang the store manager who didn't talk to me directly but clearly thought I was a crackpot who'd self-published a book about local history. Borders went down a short while later, while Waterstones has expanded into what was Ottakars and now occupies two city centre sites.
The moral? Stock my book or be punished by the marketplace.
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