You know who I think about from time to time? The Underground Literary Alliance. Remember the ULA? If not, here’s what I (and Wikipedia) remember about them. They were a bunch of writers — of, to me, unknown talent — who showed up at various literary events from 2000 to 2006 to make trouble and bring attention to the elitist nature of publishing. They were like a cross between Smashwords and the Westboro Baptist Church. And, of course, they hated Rick Moody.
Today in Plus Ça Change, “Are We All ULA Now?”