Surprise: the most successful self-published book of all time is A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Read more about it on The Quivering Pen.
I have endeavoured in this Ghostly little book, to raise the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their houses pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it.
Their faithful Friend and Servant,
Don’t you love his opening paragraphs?
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
I also love this manuscript page, Dickens’ scribbled revisions:
I think I should have more Dickens in my life next year. (Resolution #1.)
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So that makes Charles Dickens an Indie writer?
The man was always ahead of his time!
Indeed he was, Perry!
It is, indeed, a very clever little book
Indeed! I’ve just discovered that one can download the lovely illustrated edition for free on Kindle: