From The New Republic: "Money taints everything, why not writing too? Once its value is determined by the marketplace rather than the writer or the reader, our relationship to literature becomes estranged. From bloated celebrity advances to rejected masterpieces, the market is more than just a poor arbiter of lasting quality: it tends to obscure that quality behind purely economic motivations. Good writing, we're told time and time again, is born from love, not avarice. But this romantic picture of the writer, toiling without regard to money, is itself a fiction — one whose roots stretch back several millennia, and whose effects we're still dealing with today."