The whole fiction novel industry seems comparitively caddywhompus to me. Look at music, movies, television, art, fashion, etc. and you'll notice massive rotations of names and faces and labels. The charts are always changing and adding new "things" to the list about every week. But look at the New York Times Bestseller list and you're likely to see the same handful of names over and over again, every year! It's as if the NYT list was made soley to keep track of the Kings', Grishams', Pattersons', Koontzs'. Of course, there are always some newcomers like Meyers and Larsson who get added to the mix every few years or so. However, let's face it, the rest of the names that manage to scrap their way onto the list, we don't really get to know anything about them. And it's a shame we probably wont get to know their books either. It may actually be a vicious cycle of readers (and writers) not willing to take a gamble on the more "unknown" authors. But this doesn't quite equal my point. My point really is this: There can't possibly be so few aspiring authors out there who are capable of knocking the dozen or so goliaths off their perch... can there? Are they really that good? Are we really that bad? And how can there be such an ever changing music chart and movie boxoffice list but such a stagnant bestseller list?