2008 Apr - British Book Awards

A word of thanks to all those who supported my book, Blood River, in the public vote for the 2008 British Book Awards main prize.

The result was announced on Wed 9 April at a glitzy televised gala from a Central London hotel. It meant Jane and I flew in from the Middle East and got to dress super-smart and pretend to know who or what Jordan is. There was a wonderful buttock-clenching moment when we had to do the `red carpet’ walk only to watch scores of photographers lower their cameras because they had no idea who these nobodies were.

Lubricated with fizz, we convinced ourselves we were somebodies for the night and had a great time.

When the great moment came, our name did come out of the Golden Envelope …. as we made it to Third Place.

The top prize went to Khaled Hosseini and his pomegranate blossom-scented Afghan novel. We gave him a good run and the fact that a non-fiction like Blood River on a tough, tough subject like the Congo was even mentioned is a source of huge pride.

You all played a big part in making the event so very special, so thank you.

Timbo

Ps I wrote a little something about it all in The Telegraph which you find by clicking here.

2008 Mar - Richard & Judy Appearance Wed 5 March

A brief word of thanks to those viewers who tuned in to the Richard & Judy show on Wednesday 5 March and also to the online contributors to the webchat.

 If you want to hear more, I am speaking and signing books on Sunday 9 March at the King’s Sutton Literary Festival in Northamptonshire, close to Banbury. Please come along and we can talk about Blood River, the Congo and much more.

 Don’t forget to vote for Blood River in the National Book Awards `Read of the Year for 2008′ which is decided by readers. Please go to the website click on Blood River and enter your email address.

 Thank you for your support.

2008 Feb - The Richard & Judy Effect

Blood River was the only non-fiction chosen for the 2008 Richard & Judy Book Club. Here is a piece I wrote for The Telegraph about what publishers call `The Richard & Judy Effect’.

Richard and Judy boosted Blood River author

By Tim Butcher


Last Updated: 1:14am GMT 10/02/2008

When Tim Butcher wrote a book about Africa, he did it for love. Then the most powerful couple in publishing got involved…

I could tell something was up. The familiar voice on the phone sounded, for that moment at least, very unfamiliar. It was the editor who had spent long months guiding me through writing my first book.

She is a sober, thoughtful and extremely balanced person, but for the duration of that call she sounded utterly deranged. In the background, I could hear gleeful screams.

“You’ve done it! You’ve done it!” she shrieked. “You’ve been chosen by Richard & Judy!”

It was my first heady taste of the R & J effect, the phenomenon that has shaken up British publishing and made millionaires of 10 authors. Before that call late last year, I had been busy doing what every first-time author does, striving to win an audience for my book Blood River - A Journey to Africa’s Broken Heart. As The Daily Telegraph’s Africa correspondent, I had become obsessed with recreating H M Stanley’s famous expedition charting the Congo’s river - and travelling alone.

I spent years studying pre-colonial era maps and persuading rebel leaders to let me travel through their fiefdoms before finally making my will and heading for the Congo’s eastern border. Two thousand five hundred harrowing miles later, having passed through jungles and once thriving cities and witnessed the marks of years of abuse and misrule, I reached the Atlantic Ocean.

Congo is the most troubled region of the world’s most troubled continent, and I find it utterly compelling. I put everything into my book, my weaknesses and prejudices, and was left feeling very exposed. I was rewarded by sales which, rather like the Congo River itself, were nothing more than slow and steady. And so I tried to raise the profile of the book, giving interviews to local radio stations, and polishing a presentation I delivered to audiences at bookshops and the occasional literary festival. It all helped, but not much. Then, on December 27 last year, the 10 titles chosen for the 2008 Richard & Judy Book Club were announced - and Blood River was one of them.

Since it started in 2004, the Richard & Judy Book Club - a weekly segment on Richard Madeley and Judy Finnigan’s weekday television show - has established itself as the most important single influence on book buying in Britain. One in four of all books now sold has been endorsed by Richard and Judy.

Amanda Ross, the producer of the programme and sister-in-law of television presenter Jonathan Ross, is routinely described as the most powerful person in British publishing because she and her team co-ordinate the selection of the titles. This week it was announced that R & J-selected books could be studied as part of the A-level English course. Like most great ideas, the Book Club was partly borrowed from elsewhere. In the 1990s, Oprah Winfrey pioneered the idea of a book club tied in to her show, encouraging viewers to buy a particular book, while reviewers discussed the book on the programme.

With the R & J version, Madeley and Finnigan introduced 10 books, each championed by a celebrity reviewer. A book a week was discussed, the author interviewed and viewers were then invited to vote for an overall winner to be R & J’s Best Read of the year. Within a short space of time, and to the amazement of many who thought a teatime TV programme was unsuitable for this kind of project, thousands of viewers were turning into book buyers. Richard and Judy were acclaimed for selecting books that were challenging, stimulating but still unashamedly readable.

From the snottier end of the publishing industry there was, initially, some sneering that R & J books lacked literary merit. One author, the novelist Ali Smith, declined an invitation to take part, but she is an exception. The truth is, any author or editor would give anything to be chosen by R & J.

Everyone has asked the same question: “How did you get chosen?” Publishers submit books for consideration which are then whittled down to a shortlist by Ross and her team. The truth is, I was more gobsmacked than thrilled when the news came. R & J picks are almost always novels; there is rarely room for non-fiction like mine. So, when my publishers sent in copies of the book last year for consideration I can remember a friend in the business warning me not “to hold my breath”.

In this online age, authors can keep track of their sales via Amazon, which ranks its many million titles on how they are selling. It does not tell you how many you have sold but it does tell you how your book’s sales compare.

When Blood River came out, it was ranked at 1,460,909th, and for the next few months I spent an unhealthy amount of time charting the book’s progress. It was virtual torture. After my puny efforts at marketing, it rose to 2,000th and I was thrilled. But as it began to slip down again I was cast back into despondency.

All that changed as the R & J effect took hold. Such is their influence that all national newspapers carry the announcement of the latest shortlist. I had spent a career writing news stories for The Daily Telegraph, but that day I proudly pasted an article written about me in my cuttings book. And when I went back to Amazon, Blood River had stormed up to become the 500th best seller in the country. My publishers, Chatto & Windus, brought forward publication of the paperback by six months and increased the print-run.

But the moment it really hit me was while walking past a W H Smith and doing a double-take. Something had caught my eye in the window. A poster about my book - my ruddy river and the obsession that had haunted me for years - was there in the window.

Since being chosen I have felt “the love” from various editors, agents and publishing types - certainly more than I ever did before. Friends in the industry tell me that the R & J list is closely scrutinised and the stock of nominees rises significantly. However, I am afraid there is little risk of my becoming the Book Club’s 11th millionaire. I am just hoping that I might end up clawing back the income I lost when I took six months off to travel to the Congo.

But there remains one final instalment in this saga; my book is in the running for R & J’s Best Read 2008, to be chosen by the public and announced on April 9. If Blood River was to win, then I would be the one acting deranged.

  • ‘Blood River’ by Tim Butcher (Vintage) is available for £7.99 + 99p p&p. To order please call Telegraph Books on 0870 428 4112 or go to books.telegraph.co.uk. His book will be discussed on ‘Richard & Judy’ at 5pm, March 5, on Channel 4
  • 2007 Jul - Of Tintin In The Congo, Racism and A Peculiar Sense of Pride

    The Commission for Racial Equality in Britain has reheated a decades-old controversy about “Tintin Au Congo’’ by condemning as racist a new English translation of the comic book. In a forthright statement issued on 12 July 2007, the commission said the book, called “Tintin In The Congo’’ in translation, uses cartoon imagery that makes Africans “look like monkeys and talk like imbeciles’’. This prompted an immediate furore among diehard Tintin fans.

    The commission is right but misguided.

    Nobody can deny the artwork and plotline of “Tintin Au Congo’’ are anything but racist. Native Africans are depicted as simple-minded folk incapable of doing anything sophisticated until a white man, often Tintin, takes control. The language and imagery is patronising and degrading. The publishers of the book acknowledged this by placing a warning on the new edition, although a spokesman for the Hergé Foundation later emphasised that readers should remember the book’s historical context.

    Hergé, creator of the Tintin stories, knew about the racism row shortly after he produced the first edition back in 1931. Complaints were quick to arrive and when the album was redrawn in 1946 he tried to tone down the racism. This was not enough to satisfy all his critics so when the Tintin series was translated into English and printed in colour, “Tintin Au Congo’’ was the only one left out. It took until 2005 for the first, colour version in English to be produced, and it is this one that sparked the complaint by the commission, echoing the earlier complaints from the 1930s and 1940s.

    The Tintin story was based by Hergé in the Belgian Congo, the colonial precursor of the modern Democratic Republic of Congo, one of the world’s most failed of failed states. During my various trips as a writer to the DRC I was struck by the way Congolese people viewed Tintin with the greatest of affection in spite of the racist undertones.

    For the street kids of Kinshasa, the decrepit modern capital of the DRC, the debate about racism is irrelevant. When I was in the the city I was mobbed by hawkers who exploit the imagery of “Tintin Au Congo’’ as a key income source.

    I was offered painted wooden carvings of the intrepid cub reporter, capped by the topi given to him by for his African adventure. Other street artists had used shards from tin cans to weave perfect models of the jalopy Tintin drives across the Congolese savannah. They even recreated the crudely rubber-lipped Coco who accompanies Tintin in the subservient role of `boy’.

    For the desperately poor street children in the DRC the debate about Tintin’s racism is a luxury they cannot afford. Selling trinkets is their only source of income and they will do pretty much anything to earn a few Congolese francs. In the bloody aftermath of the assassination of Laurent Kabila, one of the country’s dictators, I watched as white shop owners boarded up their businesses while the hawkers ventured out onto the dirty, dangerous streets to sell their Tintin wares to the press corps, almost the only foreigners still left in Kinshasa.

    Years later while crossing the Congo on my own harrowing journey, “Tintin Au Congo’’, would often come up in conversation. A spritely 82-year-old called Vermond Makungu in a landlocked ruin of town called Kasongo, over in the war-ravaged east of the DRC, dragged me to his leaky house to show me his own, sun-bleached topi. After popping it on his head he capered around crying “just like Tintin, just like Tintin’’.

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    It might sound perverse but Congolese like Vermond view “Tintin Au Congo’’ with a degree of pride. The Belgian Congo was one of the most racist and cruel of all colonial projects, something that Hergé’s artwork starkly reflected, but for people like Vermond that was not really relevant. The important thing was the cartoon book reminded him an age when the Congo was connected to the outside world, when a mainstream cartoonist would use their country for a best selling work.

    It was a common theme that I encountered when I crossed the Congo to research `Blood River – A Journey To Africa’s Broken Heart’. Deep in the sweaty rainforest of Maniema or on the vast, torpid Congo River itself, I came across Congolese who were desperate not to be left behind by the modern world and who clung onto the memory of times when Evelyn Waugh, Graham Greene, VS Naipaul and, even, Hergé, all wrote about their homeland.

    For that reason alone, I will - one day - share “Tintin Au Congo’’ with my two children.

    Official Tintin site: http://www.tintin.com/

    Unofficial Tintin site: http://www.tintinologist.org/

     

    Link to Tim’s piece in the New Statesman about Tintin: http://www.newstatesman.com/200707260020

     

    2007 Jun - Blood River Introduction

    Katangan Skull Ever since Stanley first charted its mighty river in the 1870s,the Congo has epitomised the dark and turbulent history of a failed continent - from colonial cruelty under the Belgians to the kleptocratic chaos of Mobutu Sese Seko and the current post-apocalyptic riot of robber-baron politicians. However, its troubles only served to increase the interest of Daily Telegraph correspondent Tim Butcher, who was sent to cover Africa in 2000. He remembered his mother’s stories of her own genteel river journey there in the 1950s and his connection deepened when he discovered that Stanley’s expedition was funded by the Telegraph. Before long he became obsessed with the idea of recreating Stanley’s original expedition – but travelling alone.

    Despite warnings from old Africa hands that his plan was ‘suicidal’, Butcher spent years poring over colonial-era maps and wooing rebel leaders before making his will and venturing to the Congo’s eastern border with just a rucksack and a few thousand dollars hidden in his boots. He travelled for hundreds of kilometers on a motorbike, dogged by punctured tyres, broken bridges and dehydration. As he drove through the most dangerous areas, he stopped only to sleep - biking through the bush for hours and speeding up every time he passed a soldier. And then he reached the legendary Congo River, making his way down it in an assortment of vessels including a dugout canoe. Helped along the way by a cast of characters - from UN aid workers to a campaigning pygmy, he passed through the once thriving cities of this huge country, saw the marks left behind by years of abuse and misrule, and followed in the footsteps of the great Victorian adventurers, and of the visitors - such as Katherine Hepburn and Evelyn Waugh - who had been there in very different times. Almost 2,500 harrowing miles later, he reached the Atlantic Ocean a thinner and a wiser man.

    Tim ButcherHis extraordinary account describes a country with more past than present, where giant steamboats lie rotting in the advancing forest and children hear stories from their grandfathers of days when cars once drove by. Butcher’s journey was a remarkable feat. But the story of the Congo, told expertly and vividly in this book, is more remarkable still.

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