Nathan C. Martin

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Confessions of a literary impresario: Love's labor not lost

I ordered an obscure novel from an independent publishing house in Brooklyn on May 11, 2011, the day the book was released. A few hours later, the publisher, whom I’d never met, emailed me and asked, having noticed my mailing address, whether I knew of anywhere in New Orleans that the author and his cohort might do a reading.