I don’t need to explain why I resigned the Paterno Family Professorship in Literature at Pennsylvania State University, do I? I mean, really. It was the Paterno Family Professorship in Literature. That’s all you need to know.
So much wrong-doing, so much collateral damage.
And, Oprah, can you imagine curling up in bed to read a computer? Weeping for Anna Karenina and being terrified by Hannibal Lecter, entering the heart of darkness with Mistah Kurtz, having Holden Caulfield ring you up — some things should happen on soft pages, not cold metal.
Oh Harper Lee, you make a silly argument so beautifully.
And there’s something irresistible about the prospect of watching Julia Roberts and Johnny Depp translate Shakespeare for contemporary TV viewers (first order of business: ‘shrew’ is Elizabethan term of art for ‘bitch’).
Is there a more terrifying phrase for the literary-minded than “translate Shakespeare for contemporary TV viewers”?
Now that many alternative and better-paying publishing paths have opened up, authors are asking publishers “What have you done for me lately?”, and too frequently the answer is “Not enough for the royalty percentage and marketing support you offer.”
When you are the only game in town, you can stack the deck all you like.