Now I do know that most of self publishing now is mainly schlock, but so is most of trad publishing so I don’t think the difference in quality is that stark anymore. That said, I think a good writer is a good writer regardless of where they publish. A lack of awards doesn’t really indicate a lack of quality imo. I wonder though if there is some writer somewhere writing the next masterpiece in their basement and uploading it on the internet. There are a lot of flaws with the modern publishing industry. I can see some writers who say screw it and don’t want to deal with the system since the industry is very conservative these days. In the sense that they don’t often want to take on controversial or challenging works.
There are also many authors who basically self published. Edgar Allan Poe self published his first collection of poems, which was actually standard at that time. Lord Byron and John Keats works were also privately printed. Jane Austen self published her first few novels but got a publisher once she was more established. Mark Twain was his own publisher, Virginia Woolf published through her husband and James Joyce basically had to self publish Finnegans wake. Pretty much all the modernists did to some extent. So I wonder if there is some writer hacking away uploading the next Ulysses on the internet only to be discovered 50 years after their death. It would probably be easier to preserve these works with the internet. Not to mention it’s more accessible than ever before. Maybe the next Kafka and Borges are writing in their mums basement.
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