Often joked about in literature studies is the amount of secondary literature produced about someone in comparsion to what they themselves actually produced. It could be expressed in algebraic or calculus terms. For instance Steven King has written shitloads, but there are only one or two books about his production. On the other hand, James Joyce wrote only a handful of things and you could fill entire libraries with the books about his books. But it is not simply a case of trash lit against genius or whatever, it is also strange to note the difference between prudtion and discussion thereof in various “high lit” folks. Shakespeare and Dickenson have been beated to academic death, etc. And the books about the books about his books. Just an entertaining thought bouncing off Meg’s art.