I really wish I had something deep and insightful to say, but all I’ve got is, “Holy crap, Rupert Murdoch just bought Harlequin.” I wouldn’t care–wait, yes, I would, that’s going to have an impact on my industry–except that that means that Rupert owns seven of my books. The chances he’ll notice are slim, but still . . .
I suggest the article in the NYT because most of the rest are full of bodice ripper jokes and insights like, “Rupert Murdoch is getting a divorce, maybe he’s looking for love?” Morons.
I’ve read everything I can find on this, and nobody knows what’s going to happen. Which means it’s publishing as usual: whatever’s going on, it’s not what went on yesterday.
The world is just going to hell, that’s what I think.