Watching footage of the demonstration later, what fascinates me isn’t the smattering of boos from the audience as the protesters take to the stage, it isn’t even the protest itself—it’s all the people in that room, so many of them either involved in or so vocally supportive of literature, who keep their heads down, say nothing, wait for it all to just be done. A room full of storytellers, and so many of them suddenly finding common cause in silence.
