A New York City heatwave is ruining my ability to type coherent sentences. Today, I'd like to let my readers do all the work...Last week, Jecklin from the blogged experimental fiction blog (yes, I meant to type that), Got A Shot of Inner Fuel, wrote in last week with an essay about books and blockbusters--discussing whether or not book buyers need blockbusters the same way moviegoers need pirate movies.
Jecklin reminded me of a great writer who I haven't read in awhile. Check it out:
"A Russian friend of mine once told me there was a time in his country when publishers passionate about books would publish blockbusters to pay for the publication of "serious" works that would probably lose money. I read stories of how writers these days aren't given time to develop their talent or a long-tail...
"Like the Richard Brautigan bibliography says, 'At the time of his death, in 1984, in Bolinas, California, Brautigan was largely ignored, or worse, negated by critics and pundits who trivialized his contribution to American literature.' Now, some say Brautigan killed himself because of this neglect. If that's true, that's too bad because he continued to have fans and books translated all over the world."
What do you think? Will this profession drive everybody except bestselling people like Dan Brown nutty?
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