I somehow failed to mention this. A few months ago, a cute little tin showed up in the mail. The top of the box looked hauntingly familiar.
Also in the "it came in the mail" file, this book:
I am not a subscriber to Contemporary Literary Criticism, not even for the pictures. I started at the index for a bit but didn't find myself, as one does. But then I noticed who this volume is focussed on. One of the writers is George Saunders. Hey, though I, I've interviewed him.
And sure enough, that's why I had this in my hands. I have zero doubt that the publishers contacted me or Jessa for permission. I also have zero doubt that I then promptly forgot all about it. A good surprise.
Finally, something that didn't come in the mail.