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To: Tom Clarke who wrote (1925)	9/18/2009 10:55:02 PM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 9622

Maybe publishers won't be so snooty to authors now that they have a little serious competition. I wonder how much that machine costs????

To: Tom Clarke who wrote (1925)	9/19/2009 12:57:47 AM
From: SmoothSail	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 9622

Actually it pretty much already exists. iUniverse and xlibris print books on demand. I have several clients whose books were out of print that could get copies through iUniverse. xlibris (a subsidiary of Random House) is a vanity press/self publisher but iUniverse is a republisher.

To: Tom Clarke who wrote (1925)	9/20/2009 2:01:41 PM
From: DMaA	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 9622

What's in Carl Jung's book? Genius? Psychotic? Possessed? nytimes.com The Holy Grail of the Unconscious By SARA CORBETT Published: September 16, 2009 This is a story about a nearly 100-year-old book, bound in red leather, which has spent the last quarter century secreted away in a bank vault in Switzerland. The book is big and heavy and its spine is etched with gold letters that say “Liber Novus,” which is Latin for “New Book.” Its pages are made from thick cream-colored parchment and filled with paintings of otherworldly creatures and handwritten dialogues with gods and devils. If you didn’t know the book’s vintage, you might confuse it for a lost medieval tome. And yet between the book’s heavy covers, a very modern story unfolds. It goes as follows: Man skids into midlife and loses his soul. Man goes looking for soul. After a lot of instructive hardship and adventure — taking place entirely in his head — he finds it again. Some people feel that nobody should read the book, and some feel that everybody should read it. The truth is, nobody really knows. Most of what has been said about the book — what it is, what it means — is the product of guesswork, because from the time it was begun in 1914 in a smallish town in Switzerland, it seems that only about two dozen people have managed to read or even have much of a look at it. Of those who did see it, at least one person, an educated Englishwoman who was allowed to read some of the book in the 1920s, thought it held infinite wisdom — “There are people in my country who would read it from cover to cover without stopping to breathe scarcely,” she wrote — while another, a well-known literary type who glimpsed it shortly after, deemed it both fascinating and worrisome, concluding that it was the work of a psychotic. nytimes.com