Scarlett Johansson wins defamation case against French novelist
However, the court threw out her argument that the book … “fraudulently exploited her name, her image and her celebrity” and should not be translated or made into a film, as planned. Instead of the €50,000 (£40,000) in damages Johansson claimed, the court awarded her just €2,500, plus €2,500 in legal costs, saying she had already talked about her private life in interviews.
She got just €2,500. She spends more than that on facials!
Scarlett Johansson sues author of novel that ‘stole her image’
Scarlett Johansson is suing for €50,000 (£41,000) in damages the author and publisher of a novel that features a character who closely resembles her.
The American actress claims that La Première Chose qu’On Regarde (The First Thing We Look At) violates her privacy and constitutes a “fraudulent and illicit use of her name, her fame and her image” for commercial gain – allegations the book’s publisher has dismissed as “crazy”.
According to Vincent Toledano, the 28-year old actress’s lawyer, the bestselling work by Grégoire Delacourt, published in March last year, also contains “defamatory claims about her private life”.
I really like the work that Scarlett Johansson does. Just her voice alone in the movie Her was brilliant.
But this lawsuit shows that she has zero understanding of creative rights, a greed beyond bounds, and is destined to be a transient footnote in what could have otherwise been a lasting career.
Because she is a rank amateur at heart.
What’s the difference between a shitty little child amateur and an adult professional who lasts?
Go look. Just go look. There are no words I can add.
Writer’s Cafe Kboards, Unethical Marketing Practices and Authors Behaving Badly, Part 1
If you are a bad writer — and most of these people are — then, the only way you can get anyone to read your work is through aggressive self-promotion.
Writer’s Cafe Kboards, Unethical Marketing Practices and Authors Behaving Badly, Part 2
And there are other names that come up, again and again, with similar tales of making it to the top simply by “word of mouth,” or entirely on their work’s own merit, for example, but when you do a little tiny bit of investigation you find this is the furthest thing from the truth.
A lot of words spilled in two posts:
Slushy Glut Slog: Why The Self-Publishing Shit Volcano Is A Problem — which the people who are the problem will never think they’re the problem.
Why the self-publishing shit volcano isn’t going to stop erupting any time soon — which the people who are the problem will never read to the end because they can’t understand it.
The glut is something I’ve raised in past posts that I am now too damn lazy to look up because fuck it.
But I do want to go on record — again, because I’ve done it before but only on Twitter — about how I see the “shit volcano” ending.
Scientists find secret to writing a best-selling novel: Computer scientists have developed an algorithm which can predict with 84 per cent accuracy whether a book will be a commercial success — and the secret is to avoid cliches and excessive use of verbs
What’s behind the future of hit movies? An algorithm
What happens when the screenplay of the book that was successful passing through the first algorithm is sent through the second algorithm?
Fuck you is what.
What I thought I wanted versus what I really wanted
My biggest mistake was not choosing to write the stories that fascinate me the most either emotionally or intellectually.
It’s not your job to wonder if your work can be sold.
There are people called marketers who do that job.
And what if you’re self-publishing?
Your job is still just to write.
Saving Mr. Banks Is a Corporate, Borderline-Sexist Spoonful of Lies
In reality, Travers was a feisty, stereotype-breaking bisexual — a single mom who adopted a baby in her 40s, studied Zen meditation in Kyoto, and was publishing erotica about her silky underwear 10 years before Walt had sketched his mouse. Now that’s a character worth slapping on-screen, instead of this stiff British stereotype determined to steal joy from future generations of children. With her longtime girlfriend and then-adult son erased, this frigid Travers seems like she may not even know how babies are made. Maybe Mary Poppins could sing her a song about it.
Why does it matter that Saving Mr. Banks sabotages its supposed heroine? Because in a Hollywood where men still pen 85 percent of all films, there’s something sour in a movie that roots against a woman who asserted her artistic control by asking to be a co-screenwriter.
And if you think that’s just sour grapes, I’ve got news for you.
After the break, Harlan Ellison.
This bad news just in via @sarahw on Twitter: Quercus to publish fourth book in Larsson’s Millennium series
Quercus will publish a fourth book in Stieg Larsson’s Millennium series, to be written by Swedish author David Lagercrantz, in August 2015.
Larsson’s original Swedish publisher Norstedts Förlag announced today (17th December) they had signed a fourth book in the series, with Quercus following suit to say it had world English language rights, acquired from Norstedts and Moggliden, the Stieg Larsson estate.
It can never be the Lisbeth Salander. It will always be a simulacrum, a grave-robbing zombie.
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