Is literary fiction dead?
Callum Sharp
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It’s easy for me to say. I’m seventy one. I’ve made it through financially, and now have social security.

I’m finally publishing (on here, for starters) a novel (actually, a series of novels) that I started thirty years ago. I began writing in what is now book three, and wrote backwards. Not a cent have I seen, or expect to see. And I don’t care, I’ve had such fun with it.

Anyone who writes with a payoff in mind is a fool. Write what you have to write. Write for yourself. I have no sympathy for any other point of view.

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