So much for the RWA Great Annual Brouhaha. This entire year’s been one disaster after another.
Jorie’s got a good round-up, including the following—
I found it in extremely poor taste that pictures of Charles and Di’s wedding were played, then the script said, “They may not have lived a fairy tale, but the winner of the next Golden Heart category will.”
OMG. And they’re suprised Nora walked? I’d have been disgusted if she hadn’t.
The Smart Bitches weigh in.
Alison’s got some coverage, including a letter to the board from Jennifer Crusie which includes the following kick-ass bit:
At this point, I donâ€™t care who was responsible for that truly wretched script; I donâ€™t care who was responsible for forcing it through, even though Nora Roberts, one of the smartest people I know when it comes to gauging audience reaction and public relations, was ignored when she tried to stop the train wreck that ceremony became. I just want to know that whoever was involved in this will never again be allowed near any public statement, that there will be a committee that reads the script ahead of time that has both taste and veto power, and that the next time a very smart woman says, â€œYou cannot do this, itâ€™s horrible,â€ SOMEBODY will listen.
So I missed the train wreck of presenters in leg warmers running around to kicky, fun music with a montage of national tragedies playing on the big screen. I missed conference chicken. I missed people stealing promo goodies and books right out of other peoples’ bags.
Oh gee. Color me bummed. I think that, once I buy the conference CDs, I’ll feel not so much as a twinge of regret at missing this one. I heard it was, overall, just a MEH conference, with a less pleasant atmosphere than usual. And that was before the “Don’t Worry, Be Happy—they’re just tanks come to run your ass over” show.
I am SO looking forward to RT. Which, as told by my new Countdown over there —>, is in 268 days.