It all started with Salinger, which I actually thought was pretty cool and still is. All writers secretly want to live forever, it is an underlying motivation for publishing and more mature than carving your initials on some tree that will be bulldozed for development or graffiti, which I’m not good at anyway. Holden Caulfield would have preferred graffiti and knife carvings, but not me, that’s why I read. Anyway, the thoughtful author J.D. Salinger so graciously was (I hate to use the word) “literally” ahead of his time and wrote some books for his future audience. Yes, all books are for the future audiences, but that snarky Mr. Salinger put a clause in his will to publish “5 books new between 2015 and 2020” vetting his popularity points for the future and etching himself eternal. This raises some technical conundrums for the publishing industry such as who gets the contract? Where do the proceeds go? Most interesting to mull over is if any of these stories were to be rejected,
Words to feed the starving artists in all of us