Imagine J.D. Salinger getting turned down because he’s uncomfortable doing promotion.
Imagine Mary Shelly getting rejected from agent after agent because Frankenstein is too unlike what’s on the market.
Imagine Virginia and Leonard Woolf creating their own e-pub platform to support their nutty books.
Imagine The Great Gatsby getting buried in the Kindle Rankings shuffle, leaving Fitzgerald to drink off the disappointment. The book bloggers seemed enthusiastic, so why didn’t it take off?
Imagine Arthur Miller having to settle for whatever actors he could find on Craigslist.
Imagine a web forum as robust as the Oulipo.
Imagine if Maxwell Perkins blogged. Imagine if his publisher ordered him to blog, to tweet and run Facebook, even if he needed the hours to work with Wolfe at the blackboard.
Imagine Roald Dahl targeted for writing YA that’s too dark and depressing.
Imagine the Library of Alexandria with a cloud drive. It’s another world, ugly and gorgeous.