I admire the hell out of how Barney Rosset ran Grove back in the day. He took risks for literature—much bigger risks than I’m taking now. It is that blood-in dedication to brave books that I want Sator to embody, regardless of scale. Since the press is basically a one-man operation, Sator’s aesthetic is my aesthetic, and so is as mutative and day-to-day as my tastes.
In the opening sequence of W. D. Richter’s faux-blockbuster The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension! (1984), our absurdly polymath hero—world-famous brain surgeon, particle physicist, lead guitarist and…