Last April, I spoke here even a very strange novel, Midnight private Kris Saknussemm published by a young publishing house: Zanzibar. Laurent Blain, its founder, we present:
Bartleby: When was your home based publishing and why giving him that name?
Laurent Blain: Zanzibar was established January 10, 2009 and published his first book, after a year of preparation, January 10, 2010.
Nothing very poetic name search. I wanted to at least one Z and three vowels was Zizanie pretentious Zinzolina too precious, Zingaro was taken Zenana and confusing. Needless to say I've never set foot in Zanzibar. Moreover, wrote Rimbaud, is a country where one never happens. The one I wanted to cross Zanzibar, it is this small band of rabid, gathered around Philippe Garrel and Sylvina drink, a little before 1968. There was Alain Jouffroy, Danielle Pommereulle, Nico, Serge Bard, Bernadette Lafont ... They made a dozen films, unavailable today, and have disintegrated in the desert with dignity, drunk bickering, tired of experiences and saturated with drugs. It's a story that I want to edit, that one.
Why was this house?
I created Zanzibar because the books have been since I was little my family alone and reading my only serious occupation - mean: serial, serial. Can not, for one reason or another, get a book is a torture. And I know no happiness greater than a joy to read. Obviously, I should become a writer myself. But I quickly learned that I would not force character. Too soft chin. Of late, I'm back and I decided to help others to become. This support is the work that I prefer in Zanzibar. Close protection, I suggest, I correct, I stand, I give the general sense that the author did not often seen in his work. I try to make him understand that it takes two to write, and three as soon as possible. My real goal with this house would make a small mutual authors and readers who would support, encouragement, will reliraient, criticize themselves and a small traveling circus and planetary for whom nothing is impossible.
What is your editorial?
I'm links. On the internet, through networks, in the press, the telephone, on the back covers ... Literature is an ice palace. The books are reflected into each other. Are woven together in a parallel reality, which, as the grass grows through the middle. What distinguishes an editor is his ability to cash in one day a little more gigabytes of information than others, without his head exploding. I'm on the lookout for new emotions and explanations, however much even they are not yet formally accomplished. So I like this particular form of fiction that draws from every genre and dares to new interpretations, even to confuse the reader. This is one reason why I feel close to the Americans, for whom the world is a puzzle to decipher or to cross a border. All on a very user cool that I can not find among French writers - it's true I know least well.
Can you tell us about your catalog?
Very nice, different every year. The books have a future only if are also beautiful objects. Hence the Quarterly we go out two or three times a year, always in unexpected materials and manufacturing complex. When you have it in hand, we do ask more questions on the dematerialization of media. Any more than if it were to scan an office chair or table where you eat. In history books have never been so beautiful, for as cheap to manufacture. Even paperbacks can become companions safe and durable. Taking houses like Steidl, or Tashen MacSweeney's, we will never more beautiful in publishing. The books have reached perfection at the same time as the car: a Mercedes-AMG SL 65, question engine, equipment, comfort and safety is unsurpassable. While in Zanzibar - where no one is truly a professional - you say: "Let's make a little. "
What's your news?
I saw a great personal adventure with an American writer who has published some thirty novels, about 250 new, and probably many other things, which is currently based in 24 cartons of the library of the University of Tulsa. This guy is dead in 2002 and none of his books is more available in any language, including his own. He has done nothing for his posterity. Single, alcoholic, devout Christian, he has started writing once past their fifties, and never stopped until his brain, who lived permanently overheated, exploded in flight. It was classified as science fiction, although his contemporaries ranged rather under the "unreadable". Pronounce his name, file already is in reality a corner of strangeness: Raphael Aloysius Lafferty. We begin this month (September) the reissue of a number of his texts. For example the new The World as Will and Wallpaper , based on the designs of William Morris tapestries, or The Fourth Mansions, a novel that is an analysis of different forms of government and also an impressive gloss Book Mansions of Saint Teresa of Avila. Soon emerge 900 Granny and Not to mention Camels, which are pure jewels of intelligence and humor and imagination foutraque. I built everything around it a sort of little secret society, which has branches all over the world. It that Pynchon is little to compete with Lafferty in onomastics: Stencil, Slothrop, Benny Profane or Vonda Brock are wonderful discoveries, but expect to know Arouet Manion, Nastasia Ethic-Smith, Enniscorthy Sweeny, Long John Tong, hmm 'Tyrone and Constantine Quiche! I am very certain that Pynchon has read Lafferty.
Why was this house?
I created Zanzibar because the books have been since I was little my family alone and reading my only serious occupation - mean: serial, serial. Can not, for one reason or another, get a book is a torture. And I know no happiness greater than a joy to read. Obviously, I should become a writer myself. But I quickly learned that I would not force character. Too soft chin. Of late, I'm back and I decided to help others to become. This support is the work that I prefer in Zanzibar. Close protection, I suggest, I correct, I stand, I give the general sense that the author did not often seen in his work. I try to make him understand that it takes two to write, and three as soon as possible. My real goal with this house would make a small mutual authors and readers who would support, encouragement, will reliraient, criticize themselves and a small traveling circus and planetary for whom nothing is impossible.
What is your editorial?
I'm links. On the internet, through networks, in the press, the telephone, on the back covers ... Literature is an ice palace. The books are reflected into each other. Are woven together in a parallel reality, which, as the grass grows through the middle. What distinguishes an editor is his ability to cash in one day a little more gigabytes of information than others, without his head exploding. I'm on the lookout for new emotions and explanations, however much even they are not yet formally accomplished. So I like this particular form of fiction that draws from every genre and dares to new interpretations, even to confuse the reader. This is one reason why I feel close to the Americans, for whom the world is a puzzle to decipher or to cross a border. All on a very user cool that I can not find among French writers - it's true I know least well.
Can you tell us about your catalog?
Very nice, different every year. The books have a future only if are also beautiful objects. Hence the Quarterly we go out two or three times a year, always in unexpected materials and manufacturing complex. When you have it in hand, we do ask more questions on the dematerialization of media. Any more than if it were to scan an office chair or table where you eat. In history books have never been so beautiful, for as cheap to manufacture. Even paperbacks can become companions safe and durable. Taking houses like Steidl, or Tashen MacSweeney's, we will never more beautiful in publishing. The books have reached perfection at the same time as the car: a Mercedes-AMG SL 65, question engine, equipment, comfort and safety is unsurpassable. While in Zanzibar - where no one is truly a professional - you say: "Let's make a little. "
What's your news?
I saw a great personal adventure with an American writer who has published some thirty novels, about 250 new, and probably many other things, which is currently based in 24 cartons of the library of the University of Tulsa. This guy is dead in 2002 and none of his books is more available in any language, including his own. He has done nothing for his posterity. Single, alcoholic, devout Christian, he has started writing once past their fifties, and never stopped until his brain, who lived permanently overheated, exploded in flight. It was classified as science fiction, although his contemporaries ranged rather under the "unreadable". Pronounce his name, file already is in reality a corner of strangeness: Raphael Aloysius Lafferty. We begin this month (September) the reissue of a number of his texts. For example the new The World as Will and Wallpaper , based on the designs of William Morris tapestries, or The Fourth Mansions, a novel that is an analysis of different forms of government and also an impressive gloss Book Mansions of Saint Teresa of Avila. Soon emerge 900 Granny and Not to mention Camels, which are pure jewels of intelligence and humor and imagination foutraque. I built everything around it a sort of little secret society, which has branches all over the world. It that Pynchon is little to compete with Lafferty in onomastics: Stencil, Slothrop, Benny Profane or Vonda Brock are wonderful discoveries, but expect to know Arouet Manion, Nastasia Ethic-Smith, Enniscorthy Sweeny, Long John Tong, hmm 'Tyrone and Constantine Quiche! I am very certain that Pynchon has read Lafferty.
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