Mr. Indiana—a novelist, playwright, critic, essayist and filmmaker, among other things—has inspired intermittent bursts of interest from the literary establishment. His novels—seven of them—are too stylized or too erudite or just too weird to ever fully break free of the so-called “transgressive” ghetto. Most of his books are out of print. He’s regularly given assignments from reputable publications, but a sizable portion of his criticism is uncollect