I just can't get over that Joanne Harris, rather than signing a letter condemning the rape and death threats that JK Rowling has been receiving, actually signed a creepily dishonest counter letter. I can’t believe that Joanne Harris is Chair of the Society of Authors.
Not only did she refuse to sign your letter of objection, she is now complaining she is being harassed and trolled by your supporters. I asked her if the harassment consisted of death threats, or threats of sexual assault or penis photos or had she been told to kill herself? Were there hreats to report her and have her hounded out of publisher's lists? Doxxing her? Stalking her? Burning her books? Lewd photos perhaps? Naturally I was blocked.
She has continued to tweet in an unpleasantly sanctimonious passive- aggressive manner at anyone who questions this course of action, including Rachel Rooney and Amanda Craig. She seems to *really* object to women authors who disagree with her. Fortunately I've never liked her writing - read Chocolat years ago because book group - and wouldn't read her stuff if you paid me
I sometimes wish I were as whimsical as I pretend to be for my kids and my sanity. I could concoct exquisitely ridiculous theories as to why the two people who provided sustenance during the worst period of my life are the very same two people who unequivocally have my back (and the backs of freaking humanity) right now. That would be you and JK, Glinner. But here's another coincidence. Joanne Harris. My only real life gender critical friend absolutely adores her and has pressed Chocolat on me for months now, insisting it is the antidote to all life's ills. It's sitting next to me at this very moment, boiling my blood. I might just go against all that is dear and burn it. After I kick it around the place, bite a chunk out of it and rip some pages, maybe even spit or something. But the only person I can actually touch, hug, cry on, rage with, the dear one who really gets it and doesn't just offer condescending patpats on my head while filing me under crazy, freaking worships the treacherous slug that is Harris. I might have to finish reading the fucking thing. And I might have gin for breakfast today.
Not only did she refuse to sign your letter of objection, she is now complaining she is being harassed and trolled by your supporters. I asked her if the harassment consisted of death threats, or threats of sexual assault or penis photos or had she been told to kill herself? Were there hreats to report her and have her hounded out of publisher's lists? Doxxing her? Stalking her? Burning her books? Lewd photos perhaps? Naturally I was blocked.
She's a fraud.
Fact
She has continued to tweet in an unpleasantly sanctimonious passive- aggressive manner at anyone who questions this course of action, including Rachel Rooney and Amanda Craig. She seems to *really* object to women authors who disagree with her. Fortunately I've never liked her writing - read Chocolat years ago because book group - and wouldn't read her stuff if you paid me
I sometimes wish I were as whimsical as I pretend to be for my kids and my sanity. I could concoct exquisitely ridiculous theories as to why the two people who provided sustenance during the worst period of my life are the very same two people who unequivocally have my back (and the backs of freaking humanity) right now. That would be you and JK, Glinner. But here's another coincidence. Joanne Harris. My only real life gender critical friend absolutely adores her and has pressed Chocolat on me for months now, insisting it is the antidote to all life's ills. It's sitting next to me at this very moment, boiling my blood. I might just go against all that is dear and burn it. After I kick it around the place, bite a chunk out of it and rip some pages, maybe even spit or something. But the only person I can actually touch, hug, cry on, rage with, the dear one who really gets it and doesn't just offer condescending patpats on my head while filing me under crazy, freaking worships the treacherous slug that is Harris. I might have to finish reading the fucking thing. And I might have gin for breakfast today.
Haven't read the book, but if it is anything like the movie, it was fluff!
Oh, how frustrating for you! Perhaps Harris' behavior will ultimately change your friend's mind.
It is. I think that's why my friend recommended it, she thinks I need some fluff in my life :)
https://twitter.com/stonewalluk/status/1314626860085542912?s=19
Stonewall crying over world Rugby's decision of not allowing men to hit women while playing. In short fallen fox is mad at the moment 🤣
Harris is jealous turd. Weeping about JK Rowling, now Graham
The word Disgrace suits Her.
Totally flop writer, having go at other Artists, because She can't own Her own failures, pathetic 🙄