What is Upmarket Fiction?
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- čas přidán 17. 12. 2019
- What does the term upmarket fiction mean? What is an upmarket book and/or upmarket appeal? In a nutshell, it's literary fiction with commercial appeal.
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My novel is the “furthest down the market you can go” fiction. Lmao!
Now THATS funny!
I don't care about literary or commercial style. All I want is an entertaining book that engage me. The content above all.
As soon as you explained the definition I immediately thought of Interview of a Vampire.
Never heard this term before - thanks for the knowledge!
In the case of Women's Fiction, the need for such distinctions is understandable. Women's Fiction, it would appear, can range from Chick Lit, to Almost-Romance (that breaks a rule or two), to Literary Fiction likely to appeal more to women than men. In fact, I would love to see a video clearly defining what Women's Fiction means, since many of us do become confused about this. 😃👍💝
Agreed! I’d love to hear her define terms like women’s fiction, domestic, chick-lit. I feel like I have an idea of how to define them but Alexa always explains things so well
@@brookead5500 Precisely. I understand the terms, but the way Alexa words her definitions is spot on, and adds clarity. 😃👍💝
Thank you for this video. I was looking at Manuscript Wish List on Twitter and saw a few agents and editors requesting upmarket fiction. The explanation in this video is one of the best because even though I researched what upmarket fiction was, I still didn't understand. Thank you, Alexa. :)
Your videos are sooo informative! Thank you so much. I swear if and when I become a published writer, I will surely include you to the acknowledgements section of my debut novel.
How's your writing going?
So pretty much: High concept + great writing = upmarket
I would argue it's "literary" rather than "great writing".
SamOwenI right. Commercial fiction can be well written.
Love how useful and informative your videos are!
I immediately thought of Children of Blood and Bone
Like The Goldfinch.
Can anyone provide a few titles as examples of upmarket fiction? I’m having a difficult time with this concept :(
Think ‘Little Fires Everywhere’ by Celeste Ng, or ‘Life of Pi’ by Yann Martel.
Thank you for schooling us on upmarket fic! 🤓
What's the best social media platform to offer writing tips on? My mother doesn't want me posting videos of myself online. Is CZcams still the best option if I have to write my point on the screen, as opposed to verbally stating it, or would another platform then be better?
Market Fiction: Nothing, what's up with you Alexa?
I"m just here for the memes. Thank you.
Does the children's market have the same genres? terms? Love your channel!
The term, "upmarket" wasn't invented by the publishing industry. I worked in retail for a number of years and the term is quite common in that arena. I've also heard it used casually to mean things like "posh" or "high-end." Some of the adjectives you used (refined) also fit into this conceptualization. If genre fiction is considered coarse and literary is thought to be refined, then positioning something to be more commercially viable or accessible to a wider range of people makes sense to include elements of both.
I'm pretty sure she just meant with regards to this industry.
@@mischarowe I'm sure she was but she said the term was invented by the publishing industry so I offered a wider context. They didn't invent it but they did apply it.
@@quartkneek3670 0:55 She literally said "come up with" not "invent". "Come up with" doesn't imply "invent". I can come up with a way of doing something to solve a specific problem, but that doesn't imply I invented that specific solution - I just came up with it for that problem. It's all about context.
edit: it's literally just applying a pre-existing word to something in order to better describe/understand it. Nothing wrong with that.
Fluff is good for passerby, in this way there always looking for that first big work. Getting the pages into the hands of the reader is a win win.
I myself have a plan to do just that . I’d like to see a personal touch or element. Bring too the folks a little feels .
If this is a term that is assigned specifically by publishers and agents, does this mean that indie books cannot have this label assigned to them?
Well, it's a marketing term, so if an indie author wants to market themselves as upmarket, they totally can!
Would "Call Me By Your Name" be consider upmarket fiction?
Well, this term is bestowed upon the enlightened in the publishing industry...hmmm. I think there is a need to coin a new term and bestow it upon Alexa - UPMARKET INSPIRATION.
Can you have a video talking about self-inserts versus own voices?
Hey writers! I am a fourteen year old (fairly new writer) and I was wondering if you could tell me how this is? I’m sure there are grammar mistakes but I just want overall tips. This is meant to be the most emotional scene in my book and has proven to be the most difficult to write. The backstory is Rachel is saying goodbye to someone she loves (Noah) he is being beat by his dad and has to go live far away with his mom. And also this is just a fraction of the story but the reason Rachel struggles to say I love you is she has believed her whole life that her grandparents loved each other. (Her grandfather disappeared 50 years ago and she’s finding out her grandmother may have had something to do with his death.)
Please lmk, being an author is my dream!
My heart sinks as I realize the moment I’ve been dreading is finally here. The wind whips my hair as we venture out onto the dock, through the sea of people. I can hear the whirring of the motor and the dull loud buzz of hurried passengers. A few boys a bit older than me laugh boisterously on the upper deck. A baby cries and a woman argues a man working on the boat, pointing at her tickets and beginning to raise her voice. The world around us was loud. But I could barely hear a thing, as if I’d ducked under water. In this moment, Noah was all that mattered. I open my mouth to say something. But close it, there was nothing left to say. Oh-but there was so much to say. How could I tell him that his eyes were like deep oceans. That I was drowning in them. How could I possibly explain that even before we met I missed him. That there was nothing I feared more than my life going on, and these past few months drifting into a distant memory until it was something forgotten. What if my children never meet him? It felt like such an injustice, like they’d go their life not knowing a piece of me. I didn’t know how gray my world was until he stormed in and made every aspect of it colorful. What if everything we have right here in this moment is something that will begin to fade until it’s all gray again. What if this is all I get? Is this the moment I’ll look back on when I’m eighty years old knowing this was the brightest my world could ever be? That this was the strongest I’d ever feel for someone? How could I tell him that he’s the best thing that ever happened to me, but I wish I hadn’t met him yet because we’re sixteen and we’re going to screw it all up. How could I tell him that he had changed my definition of everything. That his smile sparked a fire in my chest, that I couldn’t tell it was there until I couldn’t put it out. That I felt tied to him in a way I couldn't describe. That I thought I knew what home felt like, until I felt his arms around me, and it all changed. The truest, most wonderful thing I’d ever known was sand slipping through my fingertips. I would always come back to him. Always. Our eyes seemed to speak a secret language and I prayed he understood. Nothing had ever felt more clear.
I stammered, “Noah when you go, I-”
“Rachel, I’m in love with you.” My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment I froze. I was stunned, completely taken aback. When I was twelve years old, I jumped off the swings in my cousin’s back yard a second too late and landed in the grass on my back. For a moment I thought I was dying as I lay there, looking up at the sun, unable to get a breath in. For a moment that’s how I feel. He loved me? Me?
I opened my mouth to say something, what was I supposed to say? What the hell, I knew what I was supposed to say. But what does he mean by that? Does he love me like he cares about me, or does he love me like ‘you’re the only one I’ll ever love?’ I fix my gaze on an invisible point out in the water, trying to solve this puzzle. He was leaving. The words I love you were overshadowed by I’ll never see him again. I nervously chew on the inside of my cheek, trying to gather my thoughts
“What do you mean?” I squint at him, perplexed.
He’s ubaffled, his eyes wide. “I mean-I mean I-I love you.” He pauses, his mouth open slightly as if he’s waiting for a response. “I just wanted you to know.” He says sheepishly, his cheeks and ears turning pink. For the first time since we’d arrived at the ferry, he looks away from me, and down to his shoes. I look down, his white sneakers were incredibly dirty, and his left one had come untied.
I just wanted to disappear for a moment. Lots of people loved each, my mom and my dad, Taylor and Joe, I’m sure Clarice’s parents at some point. But if you love someone you can lose them. If someone had to leave me for forever, I’d rather it not be someone I’m in love with. If you try hard enough it doesn’t have to be love, right?
Now I look at my shoes too, an old pair of slip ons that were comfortable to walk in. They were dirty too, I guess we had walked down a dusty, dirt road for the past twenty minutes.
“Noah.” He looks up, his blue eyes are watery and his lips are pinched together. “Noah, my grandfather loved my grandma.” I stared deeply into his eyes, searching and praying for him to understand. Silently I plead for my eyes to tell him what my lips couldn’t. I stand there wanting nothing but for him to smile, turn around and walk home with me. He nods meekly, looking back to his shoes. I guess he didn’t understand what I hoped he would.
“Kid! If you’re boardin’ you gotta get on now!” A deckhand shouts to him from the bow, cupping his hand around his mouth. Noah doesn’t look up at me before he leaves he keeps his head low as he boards and I see him wipe his eyes with his jacket sleeve.
The sun has begun to fall, and the blue sky begins to turn violet. I sit there, shivering on the bench, and watch as the ferry slowly rumbles away from the dock and out into the dark waters. A single tear rolls down my cheek, I don’t wipe it away.
I stand up and shout as louder as I can, “Noah I love you!” I can still see him there, leaning against the railing. He’s looking in the other direction, away from me. He doesn’t hear me over the chatter on the boat and the roar of the motors. I yell it out again, my voice cracks and more tears fall. Again. Again. As the boat gets farther and farther away, he blends in with the crowd of people, and I can’t tell where he is, and I watch that crowd until all I can see is the boat. When the boat turns to a speck, and that speck fades into the sky, I still watch. When the stars come out and there’s no blue left in the sky or the water, that’s when I turn to go home.
So from what I gather, 13 Reasons Why is a great example of UpMarket Fiction, yes?
It’s the stuff nobody buys
aw man, you missed a real opportunity to make an updog joke
Not much. What's up with you?
Thank you. I want to thank everyone for making the joke my brain was screaming! You all deserve all your dreams to come true!
This clarified nothing LOL.
I dunno what's up with you
Pardon?
@@AlexaDonne the title of the video sounded like an updog joke so I was just looking to be a smartass I'm sorry
I like your videos
@@levelwhat Sorry I was confused! Updog joke didn't even occur to me and now I'm LOLing :)
YES! YES! Thank you! What is UPMARKET FICTION you too?
It sounds like lit-fic for the masses, which is a contradiction cuz lit-fic is niche/specific. Makes no sense to me
Honestly I'm not a big fan of literary writing. Beautiful prose is okay but I prefer simpler books that are more about the characters and plot than the writing. Like (and this is going to make me sound so bad but oh well) even though I enjoyed The Raven Boys well enough, it was kind of despite the writing rather than because of it. Tbh, I prefer writing closer to the vein of Twilight 🙈
So it's a buzzword with no real meaning other than the meaning given by the publisher/agent.
Welllll it has a meaning and real value once you have representation/a deal. It's used for selling and marketing books--booksellers especially value upmarket fiction b/c it tells them how to position something. It just doesn't have much meaning on the aspiring writer/querying side, re: you can call yourself upmarket if you want, but then the agent has to agree with you, you know?
@@AlexaDonne Quite so.