Wednesday, 23 July 2008

fool's gold

what a wheeze. best selling authoress, katie price, has casually disclosed she doesn't actually bother to write her hugely popular entertainments. instead she farms the actual writing aspect out to a thankless factotum or amanuensis. quite enterprising, that. price "merely thinks up the plot - leaving the complex task of conjuring up the golden prose to an assistant," is how one "daily mail" journalist tremulously put it. gold indeed. i wonder if any of her hundreds of thousands of readers feels a little swindled?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

If they choose to read such tripe, they deserve nothing else. Disappointment is the least that could befall these people.

(Literary snob? Moi?)

coffeesnob said...

a little snobbery would do the world of good: save us from hoodies, drunken ladettes, and the muck on display in the tate modern.

about price i disagree. think she's harmless as far as literature goes. she's a dope. but those with a seeming patina of education—like kurt vonnegut, tariq ali, rowan williams—do much more harm (because they're taken seriously).