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    Journalism: My work has appeared in The Washington Post, the Los Angeles Times, The Globe & Mail (Canada), The Times- Picayune (New Orleans), The Oregonian, and Willamette Week, as well as in magazines including Details, Vogue, Publishers Weekly, and Portland Monthly.

    Publishing: Tight Shot, my first novel, was nominated for an Edgar Award by the Mystery Writers of America. Its sequel, Hot Shot, was roundly ignored by everyone, but was a far better book. I'm also a member of the National Book Critics Circle.

    Stage: I was a member of the Groundlings and Circle Repertory West in Los Angeles, and am a playwright (see "Stage" in the right-hand rail).


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August 09, 2008



That letter simply ... well, boggles.

Lizzy Caston

Looks like another case of a lazy editor and publisher and a crack stupid lying writer who finally got caught in a web of thievery. Sad and pathetic.

Good for Rosen and Slate for exposing this crap for what it is; theft and lack of journalistic integrity.

Note to Wiiliams: just because you suffer from depression and dental problems and professional woes and money issues doesn't mean it is ok to plagerize. Your paper went down because you helped it go down.

Note to Ladyman: You are an idiot.

Note to both Ladyman and Williams: there's a liitle thing called journalistic ethics. Ever heard of them?

New Orleans Ladder

I heard this story twice on NPR (I think On the media) wit'phone tape from da'Mxr. Williams. Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? Da'Rosen Knows!

I was lookin'fo just the reason to hang this on da'Ladda --and herah you ara!
No matta where ya'goin...

Thanks Kevin,
Editilla~New Orleans Ladder


I forgot about this ... years and years ago, I was writing pieces for a magazine that went out to various car clubs.

One day, I was looking through another club's magazine, and there was one of my stories -- printed verbatim, but with another writer's name in the byline.

The editor and I contacted the editor of that magazine and made him aware of the issue. He apologized, said that the writer (a club member, not a professional) didn't realize it was wrong, and said it wouldn't happen again.

In the following issue of our magazine, we ran a short statement saying that all stories were copyrighted and that you couldn't rerun them without permission.

We got a nasty letter from the editor, who said that since it was obviously aimed at him, we were "harassing" him, and if we didn't stop, he would look into legal action...

Matt Bors

If I battle the KKK and touch the heart of a killer (figuratively) can I plagiarize too?

I also enjoy the line tying excuses for plagiarism with how long you lived in your parents basement.

Texas Triffid Ranch

Oh, my heart bleeds for poor "Mark Williams". Eight years back, I was editing an online magazine intended to be a supplement and augmentation to the publisher's three other publications, and discovered one day that one of my reviewers was plagiarizing reviews from others. She wasn't even doing a good job of it, because as soon as she'd get fired from one venue, as I did, she'd promptly offer the same plagiarized reviews to another, apparently so that she'd continue to get free books and DVDs.

Well, when I confronted her with the evidence, she promptly threw a similar tantrum with similar pity lines: she admitted that she'd "paraphrased" her reviews, but that was because she so desperately wanted to let the world know how good these books were. See, she was on disability in New York (which was why she wrote for so many venues for free, because she'd get cut off if she made more than $100 per month from writing), and she really needed to review those books (because apparently she was supplementing those disability checks by selling the books and DVDs she received), and I was being completely unfair in judging her when she was in such a horrible way (to the point of plagiarizing reviews because there was no way in Hell that she could have reviewed all of those books on her own). For the next three or four years, long after I'd quit, I'd get letters from other editors asking about her: even though I'd fired her, and she knew that I wouldn't keep this a secret, she still used me as a reference. After about 2004, I think she finally caught on that my reviews of her work were both original and rather blistering.

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