The background to all this is here.
And now someone tells Naomi Wolf that her PhD and new book are all entirely based upon this basic error.
Serruya previously blamed any instances of overlap on a ghostwriter she said she had hired from freelance services marketplace Fiverr. In an interview with the AP, she denied copying Roberts’ work, and said she had not been notified about the lawsuit, but added that she “could not guarantee” that the ghostwriters she used had not copied anything.
“My books are big. In a book of 120,000 words it’s difficult to know how many supposedly came from a work of Nora Roberts,” said Serruya, who claimed she was using software to analyse her books.
The quality of what you get off Fivver isn’t going to be high. But then it’s the brand – a la Katie Price novels, Naomi Campbell ones – that sells, isn’t it?
Back of my mind there was a writer at Rolling Stone. Foreign Affairs Desk before PJ O’Rourke. Maybe several peeps before PJ.
Same gonzo journalism. The writer was I think Oz. Used to have a paperback of the columns, decades back. One piece particularly recall was about Papua New Guinea. Started with a Kennedy(?) or a Rockefeller (more likely) being eaten by headhunters or something.
I occasionally try to find that collection of pieces but am rather limited by not being able to recall the blokes name.
Anyone got any idea?
Update – I wrote to Rolling Stone asking them. The editor’s inbox is full….
Super, well done to Robert.
Okker Chic, Michael Thomas, that’s the one.
Whenever we find these sorts of stories I do have to wonder:
Researchers believe a famed Polish general who fought in the American Revolutionary war may have been a woman or possibly intersex.
A new Smithsonian Channel documentary examines the history of Casimir Pulaski, a Polish cavalryman who became a protege of George Washington.
Was Sir Pterry reading these things from some historical wormhole that only he knew about? Predicting them as a result? Or was he simply vastly widely read and thus knew about these varied surmises before the rest of us?
For those who don’t get the point, Monstrous Regiment is very fun indeed.
Is to approach your nearest large newsagent. Sorta Smith’s size one. Who stocks the pocket novels by The Peoples’ Friend. Good clean wholesome love stories. Mills and Boon without the booze or sex.
Jenny Worstall’s “Love and Lies” went on sale today as part of the series. You don’t actually have to buy a copy, although Smith’s does sell them at 50% off if you buy any magazine as well. Hint, hint…..
Sis will be proud of you of course.
And I can confirm that “Jenny Worstall’s novel sold out in her home town on day of issue” and it wasn’t even me nor other family that bought them all. We’re actually one short of the order we need for a proud Mother to hand out to relatives….
Not sold online! Only, as far as I can make out, in Smith’s or other similar large newsagents…..
So, a sniper rifle that’s fully silenced. In he comments a story was mentioned about an SAS (?) bloke who’d used one in Iraq (?) to explode the head of a bomb making trainer. His recruits rather melted away.
Near entirely silent, subsonic bullet, sound of the action itself only apparently.
So, what’s the rifle called?
To elaborate a bit. In the story, as I recall it, range was only 400 metres. That fits i with what I want my character to have to do….
The American Dream is that idea that in a free society you can indeed get ahead. Starting from near whatever point you can, by dint of work, application and that modicum of luck necessary in any human life gain a proper foothold on the economic ladder. Can, in fact, move up to the sort of riches and security which were nothing but a dream to earlier generations – and to distressingly large numbers of people out there in other countries.
So, here we’ve got a woman writing an acclaimed book telling us how hard this all is. How she worked as a maid and this proves the American Dream doesn’t work. Except, of course, having an acclaimed book published when one has been working as a hard pressed maid is a proof of that very American Dream, isn’t it?
Why are we so obsessed with young, successful people like Sally Rooney?
The author’s achievements are considerable – but it’s her talent that matters, not her age
Great. So, now we can reject all arguments that simply come from young people, can’t we? All that about being the inheritors so therefore their voice must be heard etc, rubbish, for it’s only talent that matters.
Good, glad that’s sorted.
4am starts and spinach smoothies: Da Vinci Code’s Dan Brown on how to write a bestseller
Hey, we’re in a market economy, don’t knock it too hard. But that the novels are written at sparrowfart through the miasma of a diet of liquidised spinach doesn’t exactly surprise, does it?
Just a little observation.
When published in paperback it was in three volumes. The full one that is.
That first volume is really easy to find second hand. Used (some time ago to be sure) to clog up second hand and tat bookshops.
The second volume was harder to find, quite rare in fact.
The third volume, not sure I’ve even seen it on Amazon.
I assume that sales rather dropped off for the later volumes….
Author Of ‘How To Murder Your Husband’ Arrested For Allegedly Killing Her Husband
Either that or taking the research too far.
Give me some examples of bullshit jobs.
Corporate lawyers. Most corporate lawyers secretly believe that if there were no longer any corporate lawyers, the world would probably be a better place. The same is true of public relations consultants, telemarketers, brand managers, and countless administrative specialists who are paid to sit around, answer phones, and pretend to be useful.
A lot of bullshit jobs are just manufactured middle-management positions with no real utility in the world, but they exist anyway in order to justify the careers of the people performing them. But if they went away tomorrow, it would make no difference at all.
And that’s how you know a job is bullshit: If we suddenly eliminated teachers or garbage collectors or construction workers or law enforcement or whatever, it would really matter. We’d notice the absence. But if bullshit jobs go away, we’re no worse off.
And we could add anthropology professors to the list….
So, watching an old “Endeavour” (ie, “Young Morse Meets Oxford”) over the weekend and a little bit.
“Sgt Vimes of Cable St” taught Inspetor Thursday something or other about how to be a vicious copper but a just one.
Rather a nice Sir Pterry reference I thought….
Authors laid the blame for the decline at the feet of publishers, with the Society of Authors chief executive Nicola Solomon estimating that authors were paid just 3% of publishers’ turnover in 2016, based on their profits.
A reasonable guess is that the farmer receives, for his labour, less than 3% of the price of a loaf of bread. And?
That’s the City type who used to write for The Guardian, Crooked Timber, Dan Davies. Not someone I like nor agree with – I have more than just a suspicion that the feeling is entirely mutual – but there has always been an enviable verve to his writing. Sure, some of the stylistic tricks* can become overdone but there’s none of us not guilty of that.
There there’s this extract from his book.
All that life and joy seems to have gone from the style. Might be the way The Guardian has extracted, might be the editor ironing it out for the book buying public. But a pity all the same.
**Footnotes to footnotes***
*** As with Gibbon, that’s where all the jokes are****.
**** Or the dirty bits at least.*****
***** In Latin
But of his other books I admit I rather liked Bone in the Throat.
Not, not really, a great novel, but certainly a decent enough page turner. And there’s much, as with KC, that strikes a chord as a description of a professional kitchen.
It’s called “Bullshit Jobs.” An analysis of jobs which don’t need doing but which are done by those adding no value just because.
This written by the man who insisted, in an earlier tome, that Apple was founded by disgruntled IBM veterans.
Strangely, his list of bullshit jobs does not include “Professor of Anthropology at the London School of Economics.”
Odd that, really.
A string of sex abuse allegations and financial crimes scandals have forced the Nobel Prize in literature to be postponed until next year.
That seems to be the gist of it. Because we, the judges, have been bonking no one out there has written any good books.