Jodi and Jenn are miffed

I’ve been much amused by a “controversy” on HuffPo’s Books tab (http://huff.to/aBXRkC). Jodi Picoult and Jennifer Weiner whine about getting rich from Chick-lit tripe—but they’re not respected! Wah! Maybe because they're both hacks who jackhammer books out of cliché-infested wood. Neither remotely rises to Allen Ginsberg’s Howl lines about his Beat brethren:

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

Starry dynamo in the machinery of night! Writing and sex demand beaucoup passion—and when you fuck for cash it ain’t love.