We’re not here to chase trends or formulas—we’re searching for the next Nabokov, who gave us Lolita. Or someone writing from a place we don’t yet have the language to describe.

No one knows what the next literary eureka will be. The next Clarice Lispector—or the next Bolaño—might already be out there, unpublished and unrecognised, overlooked because our cultural radar has been dulled by decades of safe bets and cookie-cutter stories.

Without risk-takers, there would be no Dune, first published by a car manual company. And no A Confederacy of Dunces—released only posthumously, after years of rejection that ended in his suicide. Literature evolves because someone, eventually, made space for the misfit manuscript.

We work closely with academics, critics, and literary scholars—fellow ramblers—who help us name what’s emerging, interpret what resists easy definition, and trace the hidden lines between the overlooked and the revolutionary. Together, we’re helping map the future of literature.

We’re not here to predict it.

Only to feed it.

Gotta story to tell? We’d like to read it.