By Ben Greenman
From forthcoming collection, as yet untitled.
Something was wrong then and something is right now. Every writer in Bemidji is busy; every writer in Shepherdston and Tumbler City is busy; there are not men and women enough to pen the stories and the books. Authors do not have to peddle their product now. No sooner is a sentence on a page that it is gobbled up by an eager reader, often with a fistful of cash and sharp elbows that gain advantage over the other, equally eager, readers. It is instant, automatic, frenetic. There are those who say that this boom time will not last, but even they must concede that for now it is a kind of Paradise.
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