I saw this list yesterday and I was surprised by some of the misses, especially Junot Diaz's THE BRIEF LIFE OF OSCAR WAO. Then I had to remind myself that critical-acclaim doesn't equal amazing book sales. I thought of the article again this morning with the woman sitting across from on the bus pulled out her copy of EAT, PRAY, LOVE. As easy as spotting Starbucks, indeed. : )
It's all so relative, isn't it? Most lit fiction authors would be happy to sell as many books as Diaz--I know I read statistics somewhere sometime that said 7,500 to 15,000 was the hardback norm. And the Enright didn't even sell that until after it had won the Booker.