BOSTON — The fireworks didn’t come during the panel session, which is a good thing, because every square inch of the floor was covered by attendees. Pyrotechnics in rooms violating fire codes never end well. But the figurative fireworks came that night, assisted with alcohol.
I refer here to the third rail of our modern literary world, self-publishing. Is it good or bad for writers, for readers, for the industry, for the culture? Back and forth, back and forth. I tweet articles and blog posts arguing one side, then the other, while I don’t own any real position other than that anyone should feel free to choose or not choose whatever options are available to them.
Now back to the fireworks. At a noon panel that involved some substitutions because the snowstorm here kept some people from making it, a literary agent and an editor came down–hard–on self-publishing. They used…
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