September 3, 2010
I was a huge fan of Mordecai Richlerís work until I watched a biography of the writer and thought he sounded like a real asshole. Itís not that he stopped writing brilliant books, I just couldnít stick him anymore. The same thing happened after I learned that P. G. Wodehouse was a misanthrope. It ruined Bertie Wooster, and seemed as though Plum was laughing at me rather than with me. It is childish to want to like the people who provide us with our entertainment, but I canít help it. I still wish Iíd never heard Margaret Atwood read aloud.