Philly author Hugh Gilmore goes it alone as publisher, too

If anyone understood the pie-in-the-sky chances of becoming a successful author, it was Hugh Gilmore. For 10 years, he owned a small bookshop in Chestnut Hill overflowing with old and rare novels, nonfiction, and poetry, the great and woeful majority of which — no matter how well-written — were destined for dust-coated obscurity or the ignominy of the recycling bin.