The great publisher of Grove Press and the Evergreen Review has died. He was 89.

Rosset was an amazing man. And though a lot of the writers he championed are out of favor right now—Henry Miller, Kathy Acker—the fact is that if he never existed, we would all be poorer for it. He introduced us to great international talents, he pushed the boundaries of taste, and he defended literature with everything he had. I hate knowing that there are no brave publishers in the business anymore; let's hope that someday soon, someone will be able to pick up where Rosset left off.

If you're interested in learning more about Rosset, the dry-but-informative documentary Obscene is a great start: