The article Bad writers never had it so good tells the tale of a revival in interest of late mystery writer Harry Stephen Keeler‘s books. The Internet, it seems, has upped the demand for books by bad writers. Not just any bad writers, though, apparently these ones are admired for their uniquely awful style, coining awkward phrases, using terrible punctuation gimmicks. They are the eccentrics of the writing world, and online booksellers are cashing in (I don’t think the authors are making any money on the used books sales, after all). I feel like I’ve discovered the collectible kitsch of the book world.