The ongoing debate over Google Print Google
Book Search is yet another manifestation of a more fundamental debate over
intellectual property rights. But one thing has been nagging at me for a while,
and it’s based on the whole idea of an author owning a work of IP, which ownership
can be transferred to a publishing company. This ownership – known as
copyright – is an interesting thing. For one thing, although it is transferrable,
there doesn’t seem to be any market in it. One would imagine that JK Rowling,
say, or her publishers, might be interested in selling the copyright to her
books – I’m sure there are a few hedge funds out there who would pay a
lot of money for such an asset. But to my knowledge, the only way to buy copyrights
is to buy an entire publishing company.
(Why might a publishing company be interested in selling an author’s copyright?
Because publishing companies are often strapped for cash. Because they might
be better at finding new talent than at monetizing existing talent. Because
it would help consolidate all that author’s copyrights in one place. Because
they’re planning on stopping printing that author’s books. There’s all manner
of possible reasons.)
More interestingly, the publishers, who have the copyright in the work, are
hiding behind an organisation called the Authors Guild in their fight with Google.
It’s a question of spin: the chattering classes will support struggling writers
over Google any day, but a fight between Google and HarperCollins (prop: R.
Murdoch) would probably go the other way in terms of public opinion.
It seems to me that the law is based on what you might call the auteur theory
of creation: a work of IP has an author, and it’s up to the author what to do
with the copyright. Publishers might have legal right to their copyrights, but
the moral right still resides with the original author. Take a couple of examples
from a recent article by Lawrence Weschler in Harper’s, on the subject of war
movies. Apparently, when Francis Ford Coppola and his editing team were putting
together Apocalypse Now, they cut the most famous scene in the film to a particular
Solti/Vienna Philharmonic recording
of the Ride of the Valkyries. Then, when they realised they hadn’t
secured the rights, Decca balked at the purpose for which the music was intended,
and denied the filmmakers’ request. It was only after Coppola personally asked
Solti for permission that the rights were acquired.
Weschler also talks about a similar situation 26 years later, when Sam Mendes
and Walter Murch were editing the new film Jarhead. Murch was part
of the team which edited Apocalypse Now, and Jarhead includes
a scene where Apocalypse is screened in front of a room of fresh marines.
Once again, the studio was not keen on granting the new film rights to the old
film, and once again it took a personal intervention – this time from
Coppola – to secure it.
These examples clearly show the distinction between legal and moral copyright
– or, to put it another way, between ownership and authorship. Although
the record label or the film studio was the entity which owned the rights, it
was ultimately the author of the work who made the decision as to whether or
not it could be used.
What I’m unclear about is the degree to which the ability to make those decisions
is a function of the success of the author. If Solti and Coppola hadn’t both
been giants in their field, would their publishers have cared so much about
their will? If it came down to a situation where the CEO of the publishing company
wanted to say no and the author wanted to say yes, who would win? As a journalist,
I often sign contracts signing away any and all rights to my own work –
I can’t even put it up on my own website without permission. So I’m not sure
that moral copyright is particularly strong or useful these days, even though
it certainly does exist.
The thing which fascinates me even more is the lack of any ambiguity, in the
vast majority of cases, as to where the authorship lies. Walter Murch, who edited
Apocalypse Now, was in no position to provide rights to it; that privilege
belonged not to the editor but to the director. The Vienna Philharmonic, which
played the Ride of the Valkyries, was not consulted on whether or not its music
could be used in Apocalypse Now; that decision was made by the conductor,
Georg Solti. And I’m sure that if I wanted to reprint Weschler’s essay in an
anthology of film-themed literature, it would ultimately be Weschler himself,
and not the publishers of Harper’s, who would make that decision.
As we all know, moving pictures and orchestral recordings are highly collaborative
affairs. Both involve hundreds of creative individuals working very hard to
make something that no one individual could ever come up with alone. It’s hard
to see what gives the director of the film, or the conductor of the orchestra,
the moral right to make decisions about the use of the work of art which he
created in conjunction with so many others. Writers have long sought authorship
of films, and the orchestral example is even more fraught: it would seem that
the conductor is the author if the composer is dead, but the composer is the
author otherwise.
But even magazine articles are much more collaborative than they might seem.
I’m sure that many of us have had the experience of reading a book which has
previously been excerpted in the New Yorker – Kitchen
Confidential, say, by Anthony Bourdain, or Everything
Is Illuminated, by Jonathan Safran Foer, or Uncle
Tungsten, by Oliver Sacks. In each case, I think it’s pretty obvious to
anybody who’s read them both that no matter how good the book is, the magazine
excerpt was better. The New Yorker takes its editing process seriously, and
the output is of a much higher quality as a result. Even relatively mediocre
prose stylists like Simon Schama are a joy to read in the New Yorker.
More to the point, the New Yorker’s editing process ensures that good writers
never have an off day. I think that Weschler is one of the great non-fiction
writers alive, and will read pretty much anything he writes; his books, just
like his New Yorker pieces, are wonderful. But that article in Harper’s was,
well, not up to his usual standards. It was sloppy, not very easy to read, overfull
of verbatim impenetrable theory from the likes of Adorno. I’m sure it would
never have got past the New Yorker’s editors in such a state.
So does even a solitary author like Weschler deserve all the credit for his
works? I think not. A great magazine article is, I’m convinced, a genuinely
collaborative effort – which is why you’ll almost never find a great magazine
article in an otherwise mediocre magazine. (I think this also might explain
why many small literary magazines often feel a bit underpowered: they kowtow
to their writers, and don’t edit nearly enough.)
I had dinner with Oliver Sacks on Sunday night (um, excuse me, I think I might
have dropped something around here?) and took the opportunity to ask him this
very question. He said he’s working on a book about music at the moment, and
that he’s probably not going to submit any of it to the New Yorker. A book is
looser than a magazine article, he pointed out, and he seemed worried that if
he got caught up in the New Yorker’s long and laborious editing process, he
could lose momentum on the book. In fact, he seemed if anything a little annoyed
about that process, and I learned that when the Uncle Tungsten excerpt was being
edited, there was a lot of tension between the New Yorker, on the one hand,
which wanted something closer to pure memoir, and Sacks, on the other hand,
who wanted to keep as much chemistry in there as possible.
If there was tension, however, I think it was highly productive tension, since
the final product was great. And so I think that authors should be more willing
to give real credit – not just a bit of lip-service in an acknowledgements
section at the front of the book – to their editors. Credit in the form
of some kind of joint ownership of moral copyright. Now there’s a challenge
for creative commons.
What about David Bowie
I thought someone might mention Bowie. There’s an enormous difference between selling a copyright and securitizing an income stream — it’s the difference between raising equity and raising debt. Both should be an option. In the case of copyright, a debt issue like Bowie’s does not allow the new owner to do anything innovative with it, while an outright sale of the rights would.
What about music? The Beatles catalog, Jackson and the infamous deployment of ‘Revolution No. 9’ which, to some, could be seen as innovative on the part of W+K, since it one might additionally argue it led to the use of Janis Joplin in a Mercedes commercial with nary a hint of irony. I really doubt that selling copyright would lead to artistic innovation, since much of that occurs with a degree of borrowing or appropriation already. Getting the peanut butter of commerce into the chocolate of artistic endeavor will lead to new forms that pander to the more base of the two poles.
I didn’t say that selling copyright would lead to artistic innovation — but it certainly wouldn’t hinder artistic innovation. And insofar as a vaguely liquid market in copyrights existed, it might raise the amount of money that publishers are willing to give to artists.
I doubt John Fogerty would find the market for music “vaguely liquid”. And I don’t think moral copyright has even existed in any meaningful way. Access to distribution has pretty effectively commodified creative work, and proving collusion or anti-trust is difficult. The last nail in the coffin is successful artists very rarely intervene or attempt to force change when they finally have enough market force to supercede the restrictions of distribution cabals.
You had dinner with Oliver Sacks?!
Yeah. Cool.