Every author I know remembers where they were the first time they learned theyâ€™d "hit the list." It is the gold standard of best seller rankings: The New York Times.
Obviously there are other lists and each is important: USA Today, Wall Street Journal and Publishers Weekly to name a few. Each is a useful barometer of whether a book is being embraced across a broad audience. But with all due respect to the others, The New York Times' remains the list authors at all levels covet and pine over. That much we know.
What we donâ€™t know is exactly how it's compiled. The process is a closely guarded secret, ranking somewhere on the scale between the nuke codes in the presidentâ€™s "football" and the formula for Coke. Editors from the paper rarely speak about their process for calculating and ranking books. Some independent stores report their sales; some donâ€™t. Some mega chains such as Barnes & Noble report, but others, like Wal-Mart, do not.
Judging from comments I hear on the road, even many casual readers and writers seem to know the importance of "hitting the list." Did you know there are actually 11 published lists in The New York Times? Neither did I, but obviously more lists mean more opportunity for authors and publishers.
Unlike USA Today, which groups all books into one behemoth list of 150 titles, The New York Times list has evolved into a series of well-defined categories. You can "hit the list" in any of these sections: Hardcover Fiction; Hardcover and Paperback Non-Fiction; Trade Paperback Fiction; Mass-Market Fiction; Hardcover and Paperback Advice; How-To and Miscellaneous; Childrenâ€™s Picture Books; Childrenâ€™s Chapter Books; Childrenâ€™s Paperback; and Childrenâ€™s Series.
When a book goes to reprint, when a paperback is issued, or when an author publishes their next title, you can bet "New York Times Best Seller" will appear on the cover, regardless of the specific list on which they appeared.
The various lists, published in the Sunday edition of The New York Times, are pre-released on Wednesdays to subscribing publishers, agents and industry insiders. It arrives by e-mail typically between 4:30-6:30 p.m. EST. If you're hoping to be on it, seeing it pop into your inbox is like plunging your hand in the Captain Crunch and finding a toy so big you need both hands to lift it.
The first time I "hit the list" was the week when "The Wednesday Letters" came out in hardcover in September of 2007. I hadn't made the list yet with "Christmas Jars," so we didn't expect this book to make it either. Still, there were reasons for slivers of hope. I'd appeared on Glenn Beckâ€™s radio and television shows the day the book launched and had given out my cell phone number asking readers to call and share stories of their favorite handwritten letters. I received so many calls my cell phone had smoke and sparks coming from it by midnight on the first day. As the calls came in and the interview went viral, sales rankings rose.
When the following Wednesday arrived, I was with my wife and four children running errands in nearby Harrisonburg, Va. We hadnâ€™t talked about it much, and the publisher had successfully lowered my expectations. Still, as the afternoon wore on, it began to feel like butterflies were building a water park in my belly.
A call from my editor came on my cell phone shortly after 5 p.m. as we sat in the KFC drive-thru. I answered the phone about the same time the squawk box garbled back our order, and I remember wondering if theyâ€™d hired an actual chicken to work the window. With the kids barking from a long day in the car and the drive-thru speaker bawk bawk bawking, I had no choice but to abandon the driverâ€™s seat and scamper to the far corner of the parking lot.
I watched my wife scramble to pull the car up and listened as my editor put me on speakerphone. â€śYou hit the list,â€ť he said and the room around him erupted in cheers. Then someone else in the background on the phone added, â€śYou know you can scream, too.â€ť
So I did. I yelled and raised both arms in the air as if Iâ€™d scored the game-winning touchdown in the Super Bowl of Nerds.
After a round of congratulations from everyone on the phone and learning the actual number Iâ€™d hit â€” six â€” I returned to the car and walked around to the driverâ€™s side window where my wife awaited our celebratory dinner. I hugged her and smiled when I saw tears in her eyes. I cannot confirm nor deny that I might have also had tears in mine.
A few weeks later I was surprised with a luncheon at my publisherâ€™s headquarters. During introductory remarks in front of the corporate office, Sheri Dew, CEO of Deseret Book/Shadow Mountain, reminded me that I would forever be known as a â€śNew York Times best selling author." She joked that it might look nice on my tombstone. I replied that the granite was already on order.
Every author has a different experience that first time, but the excitement is universal. Fortunately it isnâ€™t the only way to have your writing validated, or yourself for that matter. Itâ€™s not the loftiness of the goal so much as the goal itself.
You donâ€™t have to discover a cure for cancer or win the Nobel Prize to be great humanitarian. Maybe you just need to know where the Band-Aids are stored in the back of the cabinet. Do you really need an Oscar sitting on your shelf, or will you settle for knowing your kids think you tell the worldâ€™s best bedtime stories?
Becoming a New York Times best seller wonâ€™t define your life, and it doesnâ€™t necessarily mean youâ€™re selling a bazillion books. What it does mean is the hours you write before dawn when no one is watching are appreciated. If you're an aspiring author, itâ€™s a goal worth having like any other.
What have I learned? Hitting the New York Times best selling list hasn't made me luckier, wiser, cooler to my kids or any better at loading the dishwasher. Still, while it won't get me to heaven any faster, it might not look that bad on a tombstone.