Freyed

Been reading Miss Snark over the last few days. The blog's dark now, but the snarkives remain, and they're a goldmine for anyone interested in finding an agent or in publishing in general, for that matter.

Her Royal Snarkiness pegged the James Frey thing down to the nitwit. First, she posted doubts about the book and the man long before The Smoking Gun got hold of him. Then she predicted the snarkstorm that followed. It's her final prediction on the subject that breaks me into a MLP at the moment. She said that the furor would die down and Frey would return, pretty much unscathed.

Now comes the announcement that Frey's coming out with (another) novel. HarperCollins.

Guess it was just a matter of time before someone couldn't find their integrity lost behind a bunch of shiny dollar signs.

(Heavy Sigh)

"I don't care what the newspapers say about me as long as they spell my name right." Mae West