Tokyo Literary Masters: Starting from the Late 1980s

Chapter 211 Coordinates on the Global Cultural Map

James's call came in first.

Although the editor-in-chief of HarperCollins maintained his usual restraint, a hint of complaint crept into his tone: "Three and a half million pounds. Robert, you've disrupted the norms of pricing imported books in Europe."

"This figure doesn't make sense for any business model. Even if 'The Long Road' stayed on the New York Times bestseller list for a whole year, you still wouldn't be able to recoup 60% of the cost just from royalties and sales. From a financial point of view, it's a dead end."

However, Finley looked out at the gray streets of London and calmly replied, "Your calculations are correct, James."

"But that's the logic behind evaluating ordinary imported books."

Finley continued, "For The Long Road, a profit and loss statement cannot calculate its long-term value. What I am paying today is an advance payment for its place in literary history over the next fifty years."

After Finley finished speaking, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

However, Finley didn't give James a chance to continue speaking and hung up the phone immediately.

A few minutes later, Margaret from Faber Publishing also called the hotline.

Her wording was even more direct: "Robert, no one would offer such an exorbitant price for an unpublished foreign language novel of less than 200,000 words."

"You've broken industry rules and are using Penguin Random House's annual report to pay for your literary fanaticism."

"Kitahara Iwao deserves this number!"

Finley's answer was brief: "When it comes to this work, it's Penguin Random House that needs Kitahara Rock, not the other way around."

With the second phone call ending, this copyright battle, which had ended before any public bidding even took place, officially came to a close.

The fireplace was burning brightly in a private club near Fleet Street.

A light drizzle fell outside the window, and the streetlights were shrouded in a hazy mist.

The interior, however, was warm to the point of being stifling. The old oak wall panels, heavy leather chairs, and the lingering smell of cigars in the air maintained a sense of closed-off arrogance characteristic of the old-school publishing world.

Several veterans of London's publishing and literary media were lounging on a sofa, with whiskey and several newly printed evening papers on the table.

The conversation naturally turned to Penguin Random House's Robert Finley and the record-breaking contract he just signed in Tokyo.

An advance payment of £3.5 million, plus a £1 million marketing guarantee.

When the number spread throughout Fleet Street that afternoon, actuaries at major publishing houses almost thought an extra zero had been added.

This is by no means a standard offer for a foreign literature import project; it has even broken through the ceiling for the first release of top English-language native authors over the past decade.

The editor of The Times Literary Supplement, sipping his whiskey, let out a cold laugh after hearing his colleague's account: "No one denies that Kitahara Iwao is a genius. But Finley's asking price probably assumes the Nobel Prize medal has already been airlifted to Tokyo."

The head of a long-established independent publishing house next to me flicked his cigar, his tone carrying an air of self-assured business calculation: "Never Let Me Go and The Collapsing Tower have indeed helped Kitahara Iwao establish himself in Europe."

"While both books possess literary depth, they merely happen to tap into contemporary pain points and the resulting buzz. Finley, however, clearly treats this buzz as a commercial ATM that can be endlessly exploited."

He pointed to the copy of the sample book on the table and continued, "This new book is different. It's too gloomy. Just highways, ruins, and a father and son."

Another literary agent chimed in, "I also read a few pages of the proofs. The penetrating power of the writing is indeed terrifying, but from a commercial perspective, it's a disaster. There are no suspenseful twists, no spectacular revelations, and not even any emotional catharsis that can offer solace to the general reader."

"This kind of pure ash literature could definitely win all the literary awards in Europe."

The agent shook his head, picked up his wine glass, and said, "But it will definitely not recoup its cost of three and a half million pounds."

Several people chimed in, letting out knowing laughs.

In this club that adheres to traditional business logic, no one doubts Kitahara Iwa's literary talent.

What they were really mocking was Finley's "deviant behavior" of trying to use capital to forcibly bail out pure literature.

The Financial Times' follow-up report the following morning brought this argument to a fever pitch.

Penguin Random House's absurd gamble: A capital game betting on Far Eastern geniuses

The author detailed the break-even point required for the £3.5 million advance payment—how many initial print runs are needed, how long is the average payback period for literary translations in the English-speaking market, and the high costs of promotional guarantees, channel discounts, and translation costs.

The conclusion was ruthless: "By traditional publishing investment models, Robert Finley's offer has completely deviated from the rational range. He is using the group's vast liquid funds to unilaterally bet on the probability and long-tail effect of a Japanese author winning the Nobel Prize."

Soon, major media outlets and business commentators followed suit, launching a collective mockery of Finley with extremely straightforward headlines.

The Guardian's business section published a column titled "A pile of ashes bought for £3.5 million."

The European edition of The Wall Street Journal had an even more jarring headline: "Penguin Random House Roulette: A Financial Outbreak Doomed to Fail."

The Independent even raised a sharp question on its front page: "Who will pay for Robert Finley's literary mania?"

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At the same time, in Faber's office, Margaret Hughes leaned back in her chair, with English proofs of "The Long Road" scattered on the table, having been repeatedly read and revised.

The sound of rain outside the window was intermittent.

After a while, she picked up the phone and dialed James Walton's private line.

As the common losers in this copyright battle, according to the unspoken conventions of the publishing industry, they should have followed the rhetoric of the financial media on Fleet Street and belittled "The Long Road" as a foreign novel whose value was inflated by the Nobel Prize halo, in order to cover up their embarrassment at failing to win the contract.

Margaret asked, "Have you read the Financial Times article?"

"I've seen it."

James stood by the window on the banks of the Thames, clutching the same proof in his hand.

"The guys at the club are all making fun of Robert."

Margaret continued, "But they have no idea what they're missing. Finley isn't crazy, James. We're just too bound by the rules."

The ever-rational James remained silent at this moment.

Because in the past few hours, he had read the entire manuscript page by page to the very end.

The impact he felt on the book is difficult to quantify using conventional business terms.

"Those financial commentators think this is an absurd gamble."

James said slowly, "But if they actually opened the novel, they would know that what's truly absurd is that we're trying to price it in pounds."

The two remained silent on the phone, each understanding the other's intentions.

As top figures who have been fighting in this circle for many years, they rarely show such helpless respect to their competitors.

"We lost the copyright, Margaret."

James sighed and said, "But this work shouldn't be discussed as a joke by those actuaries."

After that late-night phone call, things began to subtly change.

Faced with inquiries from the outside world and peers, Margaret and James not only refrained from making any negative comments about "The Long Road," but instead took a move that defied the norms of business competition.

They used their extensive network of connections built up over many years to deliver the copies to independent critics and veteran book reviewers who truly had a voice in the literary world.

This is not about promoting a competitor.

As top publishers, they were simply driven by professional pride and unwilling to see their literary masterpieces become a laughing stock among the actuaries on Fleet Street who only knew how to read profit and loss statements.

A few days later, several copies of the English translation sample, packed in brown paper bags, bypassed the noisy financial media in London and appeared directly in the inboxes of several key book critics in Paris and New York.

A professor at Humboldt University of Berlin found a letter from London when he opened his mailbox in the early morning.

The sender was Margaret from Faber Publishing.

The envelope contained a thick stack of photocopies of the complete English translation of "The Long Road," along with a handwritten personal note.

The note was brief and solemn: "This is Kitahara-sensei's new work, a pure masterpiece that cannot be measured by commercial standards. Please be sure to read it."

Upon seeing the name, the professor paused in his act of opening the letter.

Then I thought of Kitahara Iwao's "Don't Let Me Go" and "The Collapsing Tower".

Because of the importance he placed on these two works, the professor eagerly turned to the first page of the translation.

The translation contains no superfluous embellishments, only ashes, wasteland, and a father and son searching for a glimmer of light.

But after reading only a few pages, the professor's expression changed completely. He slowly returned to his office and locked the door.

He didn't come out for the entire morning.

In Paris, a notoriously demanding senior critic also received the same manuscript from James, the editor-in-chief of HarperCollins.

He is over sixty years old and has always viewed contemporary Asian literature with a Eurocentric perspective.

Late that night, he sat under the lamp, supposed to be writing a book review for the debut work of a great French writer.

Halfway through writing, I took a short break, casually opened the package from London, and absentmindedly flipped through "The Long Road."

The complete translation.

After reading only a few pages, his scrutinizing gaze froze.

As he followed the trail across the wasteland and read the line "We must carry fire" in the translated text, his pen hovered in mid-air.

The old critic took off his reading glasses and stared at the line of text for a long time.

Two hours later, he crumpled up the half-written book review of the great French author and threw it into the wastebasket.

He then called the editor of the literary supplement of Le Monde.

The other person was clearly already asleep, and their tone was full of displeasure when they answered the phone.

However, the veteran critic didn't exchange pleasantries, only saying one sentence: "Remove my column for tomorrow. Make room for Kitahara Iwao."

Similar events unfolded simultaneously in Rome and Madrid.

The English version of "The Long Road" hasn't even entered the Penguin Random House typesetting and printing process yet.

However, these translations, which avoided commercial promotion and were privately submitted by top publishers, spread rapidly among European intellectuals like a silent flame.

It is no longer a product waiting to be released, but a literary event that cannot be ignored.

The first to sense this undercurrent was the overseas copyright department of Tokyo Shinchosha.

Within a single day, the telephones in the office area rang almost continuously.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the representative of the French publishing house Gallimard in Japan appeared directly in the lobby.

He didn't even mention the usual editorial board process, directly revealing his bottom line: "Advance payment is negotiable, and the release schedule is fully compliant. We only need authorization for the first translation in the French-speaking region."

Half an hour later, a call came in from the German publisher, Suhrkamp.

The other party abandoned their usual German rigor, spoke extremely fast, and promised to assemble the country's top translation team to complete the German translation as quickly as possible.

By noon, the Spanish Planet Group joined the fray.

Then came Italy, the Netherlands, and Sweden.

These giants, each holding a significant share of the European publishing landscape, have demonstrated remarkable tacit understanding.

Profit, forecasting, and risk assessment—these were the primary business considerations yesterday, but now they have all taken a backseat.

The fax machine in Shinchosha's overseas copyright department was nearly overloaded, with rolls of paper constantly being ejected.

As Kenichi Sato walked through the office area, he saw young employees busily working, with the capitals of various European countries written on the whiteboard in marker.

Paris, Berlin, Rome, Madrid, Stockholm —

By evening, representatives from several large publishing groups even changed their tickets at the last minute and flew to Tokyo overnight.

They were no longer satisfied with transoceanic games played over the phone.

They wanted to sit in the Shincho-sha's meeting room themselves.

Lock down this name that is burning Europe as quickly as possible.

When the news reached Fleet Street, the old-school publishers who had been mocking Finley in private clubs just days before fell into a collective silence.

The media were the first to change their tune.

Just days after calling Penguin Random House's offer an "absurd gamble," the Financial Times abruptly published a lengthy report in its culture section.

The biting sarcasm and irony in the previous title have vanished, replaced by a businesslike caution:

The copyright battle for "The Long Road" sweeps across Europe.

The article points out that major literary markets such as France, Germany, and Spain have all shown an unusually enthusiastic response to Kitahara Iwao's new work.

The author subtly changed his tune, suggesting that Robert Finley's earlier high offer might not have been a simple bet on the Nobel Prize, but rather a prediction of the cross-cultural appeal of "The Long Road" in the global literary market.

The London publishing circle understands this: the Financial Times is trying to save face.

Those who once mocked Finley with whiskey in hand, when they reopened those few pages of the photocopy, some turned ashen-faced, while others remained silent.

The German magazine Der Spiegel then went even further, publishing a major preview that placed Long Road at the very center of European cultural discussion: "While our local writers are still repetitively crafting clauses for the mundane emotions of the middle class, a young man from the Far East has already stood at the edge of the world's ruins, examining the souls of all humanity."

"This is not a gamble by Penguin Random House, it is a stroke of luck for the entire European literary world."

These words caused a complete uproar in the European literary world.

Whether one agrees or disagrees, the very fact that this debate has swept through intellectual circles in multiple countries proves that "The Long Road" occupies an absolute central position in the discourse.

On the other side of the ocean, the reaction from the New York publishing industry was one of complex shock.

When American editors read "The Long Road," they experienced a strong culture shock.

Highways, ruins, fathers and sons, the remains of those struggling to survive, and the wavering of morality before the instinct for survival—these should belong to the deepest wilderness traditions of North American literature, but Kitahara Iwao has now written about them to a chilling degree.

A senior editor at a major New York publishing house wrote an objective yet highly positive review in a memo distributed to the internal review committee: "This book will completely rip off the label of 'Japanese writer' from Kitahara Iwao. Our readers may not understand what the Ministry of Finance is, nor may they comprehend Japan's housing and real estate bad debts, but they will absolutely understand the father who, in the face of the apocalypse, clings tightly to his child, protecting the flame of life."

Soon, short reviews from more publishers flooded in.

The New York literary section offered a more straightforward conclusion: "If 'The Collapsing Tower' showed the world Kitahara Iwao's judgment of the times, then 'The Long Road' fully revealed his literary ambition. He is no longer just a translator of Japan's suffering; he is becoming a writer of the human condition."

With the concentrated exposure from mainstream media in Europe and America, readers and book critics who had not yet purchased the official publication of "The Long Road" quickly turned their attention to Kitahara Iwao's older works that had already been introduced to Europe and America.

Within just one week, Penguin Random House, Faber, and HarperCollins’ overseas warehouses experienced an unprecedented surge in emergency reprints.

When Western readers, deeply moved by "The Long Road," revisit Kitahara Iwa's past, they fall into a deeper kind of speechlessness.

They discovered that this young writer, capable of penning apocalyptic fables, had already established a well-defined range of themes and depth of human nature in his past works:

When Western readers opened "Never Let Me Go," they saw a tragedy wrapped in a science fiction setting.

Reading "Confessions," one senses a malice and ethical dilemma interlocking like a finely tuned clock.

Reading "The Ring" —

Reading "The Last Cry" —

When they look back at "The Collapsed Tower," which caused a sensation in Europe, a hidden creative thread emerges: the post-apocalyptic wasteland in "The Long Road" did not come out of thin air. Kitahara Iwao had already used realistic strokes to lay the foundation of the wasteland in the social wreckage of Japan's bursting bubble economy.

A review in The New York Times' weekend literary supplement aptly summarized this quality: "Kitahara Iwao is not experimenting with different genres, but rather using different scalpels to dissect the same pathology of modern society. Science fiction, suspense, financial documentary, apocalyptic allegory—Kitahara Iwao maintains a remarkably consistent textual depth across vastly different themes."

This depth of creative work, spanning diverse themes, not only solidified Kitahara Iwao's position in the European and American literary world but also touched upon Hollywood, another incredibly perceptive capital chain in North America.

Within just two weeks, copyright executives from Warner Bros., Paramount, and 21st Century Fox sent formal negotiation invitations to Shinchosha through their respective channels.

Unlike traditional bidding for individual film and television adaptations, Hollywood production companies are attempting to acquire the global film and television adaptation rights to multiple works by Kitahara Iwao through comprehensive contracts that include high minimum guarantees and box office revenue sharing.

At this moment, Kitahara Iwa has transcended the limitations of its geographical location.

In the early winter of 1991, Kitahara Iwa officially established his place on the global cultural map.