“One of the hardest things in art, outside of creating it, is to be that very first person who looks at an unknown and his or her work and says: I like it. Any idiot can second the motion. But to look at an unknown and say, ‘You, yes you, you are worthy’—that is different. That means taking a risk, to say yes where probably dozens have already said no. It is also what changes the course of an art form. And this is why I sometimes nurse the suspicion that the real gatekeeper of American literature is not the publisher, not the critic, and not Jack Warner’s fabled ‘schmucks with Underwoods’—i.e., writers. No, it is the schmuck with a Rolodex: the literary agent.”