We’re so used to overestimate famous creators (or those that make a lot of celebrity-like fuzz on Social Networks) that hype becomes attention and attention precedes overly benevolent criticism -to their benefit. Looking farther, I guess some in my generation tend to systematically expect the best works from a few North American publishers, as if they had some kind of exclusivity on quality -which they don’t. And suddenly, in the middle of all these acquired habits, a beautifully self-published story can be like a big Fuck You to all that nonsense. It happened to me last year and it’s happened again and both as a reader and a writer I’m happy and grateful for it.