what’s the big deal?

I must be living in a bubble, ’cause O. J.’s “confession,” which is causing such worries in the book trade and such hand-wringing on the editorial pages elicits a mere shrug from the Cool Kids.

Here’s Brian Doherty at Hit and Run:

This New York Daily News story covers the basics of booksellers’ impotent rage, Judith Regan’s beaten-girlfriend-motivated, totally public-service-based desire to publish the girlfriend-slashing confessions/fantasies of OJ, and the interesting detail that she sold it as a pig in a poke to many booksellers, who were apparently relatively eager to purchase “Untitled by Anonymous” when it comes from ReganBooks (owned by Rupert Murdoch, for what it’s worth.)

That’s a pretty interesting take: he doesn’t even pretend to pay lip service to the families of the victims.

This is one cruel culture we’re living in. No wonder infotainment rules: it’s the new bread-and-circuses.