This is quite sad. I know nothing about this author so I looked up Wikipedia and this is a quote from her: Once I knew that the completed book would make its w

This is quite sad. I know nothing about this author so I looked up Wikipedia and this is a quote from her: Once I knew that the completed book would make its way in the world without me, once I knew that nothing of the concrete, physical me would ever appear beside the volume—as if the book were a little dog and I were its master—it made me see something new about writing. I felt as though I had released the words from myself. I feel whoever investigated this knowingly taken away her art from her. It isn't super hard to identify someone who has written so much and the fact is that she never made it like a sport or challenged anyone. It's like someone with a gun has this need to hunt deer who was just minding her business just to assert their skills.