Friday, February 22, 2008

Q & A 133 / Writing Exercise


I suppose that even you, despite your best efforts, no doubt, have not been able to avoid the current scandal about plagiarism by romance author Cassie Edwards. What has particularly fanned the flames is that her publishers originally denied that she'd done anything wrong by lifting passages word-for-word from reference works, as if it was OK for historical romance writers to do that. (They are now retreating from this position--I guess their lawyers finally got hold of them.) Anyway, over at Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books, they've created a 25-page and counting PDF of side-by-side comparisons of passages from her books and the originals.


For those unacquainted with the case, Ms. Edwards added other people's work to her own and passed the result off as entirely hers. A visit to the Smart Bitches site reveals more than a dozen posts on the topic, most of them with a couple hundred comments. Thus the only way Evil Editor can say anything original about the case would be to first read a few thousand comments, and I think we know that's not going to happen.

The time-line, as I understand it, is something like this:

1. Bitches [their term (and, no doubt, Edwards's), not mine] notice that some passages about ferrets and their habitats that appear out of the blue in a romance novel were lifted from a nature magazine with no acknowledgment.

2. Edwards says, "I'm innocent."

3. Additional instances of lifting are discovered.

4. Edwards says, "I did it, but there was nothing wrong with it as the works stolen from were nonfiction."

5. Passages stolen from a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel are found in an Edwards book.

6. Edwards says, "Wait a minute, plagiarism is a bad thing?"

This reminds me of the current baseball/steroids scandal. Athlete attains unexpected success. Press notices that his head is suddenly the size of a basketball, suggesting steroids. Athlete claims innocence. Evidence mounts. Athlete says, "Okay, I used steroids once, but I was injured, and I thought it was just vitamins." Evidence mounts. Athlete says, "Okay, maybe it was three or four times, but I regretted it immediately." Evidence mounts. Athlete finally confesses, "I'm a blatant cheater. I sleep with a nightly steroid IV drip."

Of course there are others involved:

The publisher, Signet. As I recall, when Kaavya Viswanathan was revealed to have plagiarized, Little Brown stood by her until the evidence mountain became Everest-like, and then pulled the book from stores. That Signet hasn't done so with Edwards's books is idiotic for two reasons: 1. It would be a great PR move, showing they respect the sanctity of an artist's work. 2. The sooner no one can buy the books, the less chance anyone else will recognize even more lifted passages. When a museum discovers that one of their paintings is a forgery, they don't leave it hanging, they bite the bullet and get rid of it.

The editor(s). No editor should be expected to recognize stolen words, but when you're reading your author's latest romance novel and two characters are talking, and suddenly one says, "While alone in my father's study one day, after seeing a family of ferrets from afar in the nearby woods, I took one of my father's books from his library and read up on them. They were an interesting study. I discovered they are related to minks and otters. It is said that their closest relations are European ferrets and Siberian polecats. Researchers theorize that polecats crossed the land bridge that once linked Siberia and Alaska, to establish the New World population,*" and it goes on at length from there, shouldn't you suggest to the author that this is absurd?

Which brings us to the writing exercise, as suggested by Tal.

Write a brief scene in any genre--or, easier still, lift one from your own writings--and at some point during the scene, launch into an inexplicable nonfiction explanatory passage (written by you, not plagiarized). Then get back out and into your regularly scheduled programming. The more ridiculous and out-of-place your tangential exposition seems, the better, but it must be inspired by what just happened in your scene. (If two people are talking and someone mentions a chariot, you may pause to talk about chariot construction or Ben-Hur; but not about lemurs.)

300-word limit, deadline Saturday at 10 PM eastern, include a name if you want credit.

* Cassie Edwards, Shadow Bear (July 2007); Paul Tolmé, Defender Magazine (Summer, 2005).

25 comments:

BuffySquirrel said...

EE, you seem to have solved the question of where the quote marks go by, erm, omitting them. Several times.

Finished Chronoliths. Great book. Any more recommendations for me?

Robin S. said...

Ooooh, fun stuff. It will piss my husband off to no end if we miss even a minute of the Accenture Match Play tomorrow, but I'll do it anyway... which means, if he dumps me, you'll need to fly on out to Tucson and pick me up, OK?

Sarah said...

Oy! And they haven't pulled the durn books? Oy!

Funny this is from an established author. I wonder if people will start checking her previous works and finding more of the same.

Cheating does seem to be an acceptable part of people's lives these days.

And who is her editor that let that passage through without a peep? Huh!

Evil Editor said...

if he dumps me, you'll need to fly on out to Tucson and pick me up, OK?

Like he'd dump you after the way you gushed over him just for phoning you at a time that wasn't inconvenient once. Nonetheless, I've booked my flight. Hope springs eternal.

Robin S. said...

We're in the Omni Resort. If you stand out on the golf course and wave toward the rooms, I'll see you. Walk up close, so I can get a good look.

Robin S. said...

Hey, it just occurred to me (I suffer from delayed-it-occurred-to-me syndrome) that I said that thing about the spousal unit over on BT's blog. You're good. You're realllly good, aren't you?

Evil Editor said...

You're god. You're realllly god, aren't you?

Yep, that's me.

Robin S. said...

Well well. Sleepin' with a god. That'd be a new one - and very, um, enlightening.

So.... walk up reallly close to those rooms tomorrow, 'K?

Evil Editor said...

You're watching the golf tournament from your hotel window? Hey, guess what, it's on your hotel television. You don't even have to get up.

Robin S. said...

No- the tournament isn't at the Omni. It's up on Dove Mountain. We, and a lot of the players, are staying here. Yesterday I saw Jonny Miller (commentator, former pro golfer) and Stuart Appleby- who had just beaten Phil Mickelson.
This morning coming back from breakfast, saw the kid Hansen, a Swede. So today I'm writing and playing with you here, while my husband is in meetings.

I love golf, because, with all the extraneous crap out of the way, it really is about the player pitted against him (or her) self. It's a psych-out game, and the person you have to psych out is yourself. That's what makes it so interesting to me.

Tomorrow we're going to the match.
So if you turn on the TV and you see a blonde in big black sunglasses grinning, it seems, right at you, that's me. Unless you're here, of course.

Evil Editor said...

I pull out the old mashie niblick myself every so often.

Okay, give us a hole number and a pairing and we'll watch for you. You could run onto the green at a crucial moment to make sure we don't miss you. Doesn't have to be streaking.

Robin S. said...

OK- depends on what happens today in the matches. I'll get back with you.

So, you golf, too?

Damn.

pacatrue said...

Get a room!

pjd said...

If two people are talking and someone mentions a chariot, you may pause to talk about chariot construction or Ben-Hur; but not about lemurs.

But... in chariot times didn't they throw the Christians to the lemurs? Seems related to me. And Rome was sacked by the Sloths, I think. But you have to give Edwards credit for doing research. I mean, at least she picked up that nonfiction book, right? Research is such a pain.

This whole out-of-context thing has gained a life of its own. I thought we were talking about plagiarism, and in just ten comments we've moved to illicit rendezvouses on golf courses. Golf courses require a tremendous amount of water to keep green. Gray water, also called greywater, is reclaimed wash water that can be used for irrigation. If the water is to be used near gardens or edible plants, it should be free of harsh detergents and bleach. But harsh detergents and bleach may often be used to remove grass stains, which one might acquire on a grassy area such as a golf course.

Anonymous said...

Hmm. This is an interesting adjunct to the recent question on how to make a novel longer. Sounds like you've identified the solution.

Robin S. said...

OK. I've picked my scene.

I assume you're good with, ah, slightly untoward subject matter?

Evil Editor said...

Good with it? I, like the minions, demand it.

Robin S. said...

OK- just saw the tickets.

Skybox 12.

Dave F. said...

I don't think that I can compete with PJD's sloths and Goths and Etruscans. Even thought, I am Roman (sort of)...

I don't approve of plagiarism, I think it's very wrong for any genre. But the Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books launched a crusade. They took it personally, it seems to me. IMHO.

I worked with a lady who married a golf pro. the only time we made a fuss was for Tiger Woods.

Sarah said...

Nice one, Peter! Can't wait to read your exercise.

I will try and squeeze this one in, but my mom-in-law is coming, we're in box hell (from the move), and I've got a half-day writing workshop tomorrow.

But this looks like too much fun!

talpianna said...

Additional comments:

The PDF of lifted passages is now at 98 pages: http://tinyurl.com/2jmnx5

I believe the earliest example was from about 1986, and it was from a bestseller, THE FATAL SHORE by Robert Hughes. She's written 100 books and apparently sells well, though mainly to little old ladies who still like bodice-rippers.

The Smart Bitches raised $5000 for Defenders of Wildlife and the black-footed ferret breeding organization, and the Nora Roberts Foundation matched it. (And I adopted Clover the Cutest Ferret.)

Edwards's final word was that she thought it was OK not to cite references in historical fiction. Immediately, about 76 historical-romance writers landed on her with hobnailed boots.

The ferret discussion took place as post-coital pillow talk.

Paul Tolmé is one hot guy.

Dave: I only started reading the SBTB blog regularly after this broke, but I gather they've been snarking on Cassie Edwards for a long time because she's such a bad writer. I think the real reason it became such a big deal is that (a) the publisher appeared to be defending plagiarism; and (b) the news media got hold of it and got a quote from Nora Roberts, the number-one romance writer in the known universe and herself the victim of plagiarism a few years ago.

Or you can blame Google.books, which makes all sorts of out-of-print texts searchable. The original discovery came about because a friend of one of the SBs, NOT a romance reader, asked for romance suggestions for an assignment. When reading the Edwards book (chosen as a bad example), she noticed something odd about the prose and started searching Google.books. Found about a dozen examples from this one book in about half an hour. Which of course makes one wonder: What the hell were Cassie Edwards's editors doing for the past 25 years?


Peter: No, no--the Romans threw the Christians to the LEMMINGS. Who dragged them off the cliffs as they jumped....

Dave F. said...

What the hell were Cassie Edwards's editors doing for the past 25 years?

making money

Robin S. said...

I just saw Dick Margulis's comment.
(Yes, I know, I'm very, very late to this one.)

But what I want to say is - please tell me that doesn't fucking happen. Please say that isn't true.
Expletive... expletive...and, yes, yet another expletive.

Evil Editor said...

Having just seen it myself, and getting the impression he didn't want it posted, I've taken it down.

That certainly wouldn't happen in fiction. And if it did, as the author you would get to see proofs and to okay or nix changes.

Robin S. said...

OK. Thanks.

Can't I just say I want you to edit me? Wouldn't that take care of the problem? I think it would.