Traditional publishers never want to admit what we all know: their business model is outdated and dying. They only get by on giving fat deals to big names and relying on the prestige of their imprints. Part of that prestige, weirdly, has always included the physical heft of their books.
Whether fiction or nonfiction, part of the “editing” process of any trad pub house involves making sure a book is thick enough. It needs to “feel good in the hand.” And if that means stuffing a tight, outstanding novel full of unnecessary subplots and meandering philosophizing by the main character… then so be it.
At least until recently.
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