Julian writes…From Beeston to Belgrade and back again!

A revelation: Maja eats lunch alone in the stairwell. I found her there (purely by chance) and tried to engage her with tales of my early marketing campaigns – the Helvetica Incident, the Wimbledon Bookstall Disaster, all sprung to mind.

She nodded once, then said, “You talk too much.” Directness! Refreshing honesty, though I suspect English is her second language and nuance gets lost. Still, her eyes lingered a moment longer than necessary when I mentioned Novak. I’ve begun to imagine us collaborating on a cross-European marketing strategy: “From Belgrade to Beeston — Publishing Without Borders.” Must write that down.

Booker Prize Disappointment: we woz robbed!

 

From: Nick Owen (Publisher)
To: All Staff
Time: 09:00

Subject: URGENT — Booker Debrief

Team,

Firstly, thank you for your passion and belief in ‘The Courting Lives of an Ageing Tennis Player’. While we didn’t technically win the Booker Prize, I’d argue we achieved something more valuable: visibility.

However, the Board (and my mother) would appreciate a brief internal reflection on how we might have positioned the book more ‘strategically’ next year. Please keep responses constructive and under 400 words.

Nick

From: Julian Pilkington‑Sterne (Marketing)
To: Nick, cc: All Staff
Time: 09:14

Subject: Re: Booker Debrief

Nick,

Firstly, what a night! The Guardian called the winner ‘genre‑defying’; I call ours ‘genre‑defining’. That’s a win in my book.

Possible factors influencing outcome:
1. Booker judges may not fully appreciate meta‑tennis allegory.
2. Our pre‑launch campaign (‘Love Means Nothing’) perhaps misread as nihilistic.
3. The ‘foam finger’ limited edition lacked gravitas.

Moving forward, we need experiential marketing. Picture it: a floating tennis court on the Serpentine. Guests rally while reading. We call it ‘The Serve of Consciousness.’

Yours in literature and lobs,
Julian

From: Eleanor Wheeler (Senior Editor)
To: Nick, Alex
Time: 09:46

Subject: Re: Booker Debrief

Nick,

Three reasons we didn’t win:
1. The judges read the book.
2. Julian designed the press pack in Comic Sans.
3. Our author thanked ‘the entire ATP’ in his acknowledgements.

Recommend next year’s submission be edited before, not after, longlisting.

E.

From: Paul Warren (Illustrator)
To: Eleanor (cc: Self)
Time: 10:02

Subject: Subject: Visual Post‑Mortem

Eleanor,

I’ve sketched ‘The Booker We Didn’t Win.’ It’s an empty lectern surrounded by hopeful stationery.
Would make a strong Christmas card.

Paul

From: Alex Moore (Operations)
To: Nick, Eleanor, Julian
Time: 11:08

Subject: Re: Booker Debrief

Colleagues,

While the Booker remains outside our operational remit, I note that last year’s submission budget (£3,500) was largely consumed by ‘Julian’s Concept Garlands.’

Next year we might consider:
– Allocating funds to postage rather than petals.
– Verifying eligibility dates before printing 500 bookmarks.
– Avoiding phrases like ‘The Djokovic of Fiction.’

Regards,
Alex

From: Clare Thompson (Reception)
To: All Staff
Time: 11:22

Subject: Re: Booker Debrief

Morning all,

A man in sunglasses dropped off a single tennis ball this morning with the note: ‘He deserved it more.’ It’s in the display case next to last year’s ‘regional commendation.’

If anyone wants tea, I’ve upgraded to Earl Grey. We’re clearly a grey‑area publisher now.

C.

From: Julian Pilkington‑Sterne (Marketing)
To: All Staff
Time: 12:03

Subject: Re: Booker Debrief

Just a thought: shall we release a Director’s Cut of the book? Slightly longer, same plot, heavier font?
I’m calling it ‘Confessions+’.

Julian

From: Eleanor Wheeler (Senior Editor)
To: Julian
Time: 12:05

Subject: Re: Confessions+

No.

E.

From: Nick Owen (Publisher)
To: All Staff
Time: 16:10

Subject: Re: Booker Debrief — Next Steps

Team,

Excellent reflections. Thank you. I propose a follow‑up session titled ‘Booker 2026: Beyond Failure.’ Julian will lead a motivational icebreaker (‘Second Serve Strategy’), and Paul will unveil his ‘Lamentation Sketches.’

Please bring ideas and biscuits.

Nick

From: Clare Thompson (Reception)
To: Alex Moore
Time: 18:45

Subject: Private: Diary Clash

Alex,

They’ve booked the same date as the Arts Council audit. I’m not saying divine intervention, but the diary just saved us all.

Maja Writes… Life During Wartime

Headphones are my best defence. Best decision ever. I listen to Hawking Teds all day. They sound like home: strange, clever, detached. Julian asked what I’m listening to. I said ‘white noise.’ It’s simpler. Eleanor told me, ‘Don’t let him near your lunchbox.’ Still don’t understand the metaphors in this place.

Julian Writes… Maya and the Drop Shot!

She wears headphones. All day. I’m certain she’s listening to Serbian poetry or perhaps meditative tennis podcasts. I asked what music inspires her but she just shrugged, “It’s white noise.” This may be metaphorical. I think she’s protecting herself from the chaos of the publishing world. Later, she briefly smiled when I offered her a stapler. Progress.

I try later that morning and ask what she’s listening to. ‘Hawking Teds,’ she said, deadpan. I pretended to know.  I think she meant Hawkwind. Fascinating! A woman who misnames her band and owns it. There’s art in that. Like hitting a drop shot when everyone expects a drive. I’m certain she listens to ‘Once in a Lifetime’ and thinks of me.

Maja Writes… The Road To Nowhere?

He asked if I like tennis. I said I don’t play. He looked disappointed. He looked like I’d called his god a liar. He smells like fresh paper. I started humming Psycho Filler. It helps drown him out. I do not tell him that Novak Djokovic is my mother’s cousin’s husband’s brother. It never ends well. That could be a Hawking Teds song title. He smells faintly of stationery. Work is boring involving mostly typing things into spreadsheets that make no sense. But at least I’m indoors.