Well, I'm not certain of that one, sinse I think the process by which authors are paid for their books is going to have to change rapidly in future simply to account for digital distribution methods, ---- I'm hoping the podiobooks model, ---- or even subscription only services will become more common.
google however isn't the first digital service which has run into nasties over this. Amazon are attempting to create a proprietry format to distribute the published works of authors who sign up with them.
the problem is this will mean not only do they have complete control over pricing for the customer, ---- but also for the author, sinse they will be the only producer of that format, ---- the debate on sales and royalties is remarkably similar there too, ---- not to mention the end user problem that people will only be able to play amazon's format on things running windows.
I'm not sure if google are being particularly bad, or if this is simply an area where a new industry is being created and companies are wanting to take control of it with just as much an Iron fist as publishers did traditionally.
I've never heard of an author who didn't have to bow to publishers' wishes in some way shape or form.
the first harry potter book was actually considderably shorter than jk intended, ---- misisng out even things like the description of what Dean thomas looks like, and nearly headless knick's story about his botched beheading due to publisher's concerns on length.
She even also wanted to write under her own given name, ---- Joanna rowling, accept for some bizarre reason the industry decided that boys wouldn't buy a book obviously written by a woman, ---- which seems insane to me sinse some of my favourite authors from the time I was about 7 have been Dianna wynne jones and susan cooper, ---- who both write under their own natural first names.
With our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1873.)