(Re)Thinking About Non-Fiction

I’ve been reading a lot of non-fiction lately. This is partly because Wolf Hall is proving to be the slowest book I’ve ever read – that book is like rich Christmas cake, unable to be devoured and instead eaten in small, well-spaced, delicious slices. This weekend I read a book I received as a Kickstarter reward on chasing tornados and then found myself, almost inexplicably, diving into several books on the self-publishing market.

I don’t think I would ever self-publish fiction, mostly because...