Imagine a fictional world in which all your beloved (or despised) dead writers get one last swan song from beyond the grave. Do they find themselves in "heaven", "hell", or something far more strange? And will they ever get around to answering some of literature's greatest mysteries for us, such as: *Why did Rimbaud stop writing poetry? *What type of Heaven awaits C.S. Lewis? *Is Hell other people as Sartre theorized? *Will Joyce ever return to Dublin?...