We know we can’t make these authors famous again. We know we can’t give their titles another chance at the best-seller list. But for those who love these impossible, unpredictable books, it’s enough for us to imagine that somewhere out there, underneath the vast dome of the night, a few people are curled up on their couches, nestled in their beds, riding the bus or the train, holding a copy of When Darkness Loves Us.
