No? But it’s the biggest contretemps in the literary world right this very moment. Well, the literary legal world, for sure. Here’s one blogger’s way of looking at this strange but significant mess:
Cleaning Up the Cocky Cock-Up
by SB Sarah
I’ve noticed as I age (like a fine wine, of course) that I experience different kinds of upset. Sometimes I feel flash-rage explosive, and sometimes I experience a more slow burn of never-ending sneer.
Then there’s the upset that’s a full-body exhale of impending exhaustion. Ever walk into a room and discovered that a toddler has made a mess that includes syrup, ink, and olive oil on a white rug, then watched as they upended a quart of spoiled milk on top? You can see the problem, and beneath it, the hours and hours that will be required to clean it all up.
