February 24, 2012, 5:26 pm
Were it not for the discernment of Barney Rosset, we might still be waiting for Godot (Wikipedia)
I interrupt my ongoing meditations on the evolution of the female orgasm to share some bad news: Having just returned from a week in the deep, dark Costa Rican rain forest —home of myriad brightly colored birds, reptiles and insects—I learned a more somber reality: Barney Rosset has died. In a world in which the phrase “one of a kind” is readily bandied about, Barney really was one of a kind. And a remarkable kind at that!
He almost single-handedly defined “maverick publisher,” from the great old days when publishers and editors were free to follow their instinct and imagination, untethered from today’s buttoned-down corporate marketing experts and accountant-driven mentality.
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