Rowling At the Moon
Several hundred thousand lemmings stampeded past me today squeaking, ‘J K Rowling’s new book! Gimme, Gimme.’
I feel absolutely no malice towards J K Rowling but I’d like to go on record as being sick to the tonsils of publishing hype and media sycophancy. She wrote some children’s books, they sold well, get over it.
I see her new book has already toppled Fifty Shades from the best-seller charts, Fifty Shades now being the yardstick of publishing success. All I need is to hear that Katie Price will be publishing Volume 8 of her autobiography in time for Christmas and I shall shoot myself.
I need a new career.
Don’t shoot yourself or change careers Laurie, please! We need your books as an antidote to all the other stuff on the shelves.
hear hear Gillian.
Will Gompertz, the BBC Arts Correspondent (the Bill Nighy lookalike with the hair-do) treated her like royalty during his lengthy and much repeated interview on Thursday – I half expected him to end by asking the Great Author if there was anything she wished to say to her people before signing off. I think it was her chummy “Thanks, Will” t the end that really got me – aren’t journalists supposed to maintain some distance from those they report on? I didn’t use to feel any malice towards J.K. Rowling – but I might change my mind now she’s used her fame to launch an all-out left-wing attack on “smug” unenlightened middle class folk – it sometimes feels as if Britain’s cosy media elite have been doing else for the past half-century.