I didn’t think to include a dedication page in The Author Is Dead, but if I had, it would be to the legions of creatives out there struggling in near anonymity. For every Eddie Van Halen, there are thousands of guitarists we’ve never heard of. For every Stephen Speilberg, thousands of filmmakers struggle to get even modest funding. For every Stephen King, there are ten-thousand Ches Smiths. The Author Is Dead is about a man who succumbs to the madness of pouring his soul (what little remains of it) into a project that is met with utter indifference. Indifference is worse than hate. When someone hates your work, at least you know they’re paying attention.
Make them listen.