I wonder what her first attempt at a novel was like — the Lovely Bones-style manuscript that was judged too dark to be saleable. I keep thinking about that, especially as I read about Alloy Entertainment and the process of “packaging” that Opal Mehta went through. Now Viswanathan’s been packaged herself: she’s an accused plagiarist. I think she probably did type those plagiarised bits herself, though I’m so sketched out by the concept of “book packaging” that I’d far rather blame Alloy. But I still feel sorry for her, and for the novel she wanted to write.
More on this later, maybe. For now, have some more cheerful writing-related links:
Sarah Monette on the implications of “the moss troll problem,” or world-building and comparisons, especially in second-world fiction.