A melancholy piece in the Guardian Review this morning caught my eye. Biographer Michael Holroyd, writing about the sale of biography:
What creates demand? If only we knew. Publishers seem to outsiders to be paralysed by caution in these difficult times, asking themselves what sold last year and hoping to reproduce it. How often I have heard them say: “this book did not sell”. I have never heard them say: “we did not sell this book”.