I’ll warn you up front; I’ve got a bee in my bonnet. It’s Printers Row weekend as I write this, and so it’s also the release of the Lit 50 list from New City. I’ve always had – and continue to have – great respect for New City. In many ways I feel that we’re colleagues in the world of independent efforts – members of the Don Quixote Club – so I was particularly disappointed when I scanned the Lit 50 list this year and didn’t see the kind of attention to the many layers of Chicago’s literary arena that I’ve seen on the list in the past. I’ll be transparent and say that I didn’t make the list this year, though I have in the past. I suppose some people will relegate this commentary to sour grapes. That’s not the case, but I understand that my assertion may be looked at skeptically, and I’m willing to face that critique.