PREVIOUSLY ON POP CULTURE MYSTERIES…
Part 1 Part 2
AND NOW THE POP CULTURE MYSTERIES CONTINUE…
“Perhaps I was in the wrong to complain about this situation,” I said. “After all, being cooped up with the most beautiful woman in the world isn’t so bad.”
That would have worked on my first wife, Trixie, who was all looks and no brains. Delilah, on the other hand, was the whole package and that meant nothing but disappointment for yours truly.
“Do gain control of your loins and prepare for the next question.”
DELILAH: Mr. Hatcher, a Ms. Barb Knowles reported this dilemma:
“I have a question for Jake. Can he PLEASE find out how Robert Ludlum has published more books since his demise than he did when he was alive??”
Read Barb’s blog at saneteachers.com
“Who’s this gal?”
“A teacher,” Ms. Donnelly explained. “She writes about ‘the things they never taught her in teacher school.'”
“I don’t envy anyone who has to educate kids in this day in age,” I said. “Hell, even my kid brother Roscoe and I were known to drive the occasional chaulk jockey bananas back in our day. What tricks are kids pulling now? Whoopie cushions? Joybuzzers? Rubber snakes in the peanut brittle can? Tack on the teacher’s chair?”
I coughed from surprise. One of many reasons why I no longer recognized the world I lived in.
“Sorry I asked,” I said.
I rubbed my thumb and fingers together, making the international sign for money.
“It’s all about the cash-ola,” I said. “The green stuff. The bread. The lettuce. The cabbage.”
“Yes, I understand, Mr. Hatcher.”
“An author’s readers are a form of currency,” I said. “They’re an asset and like a piece of land, or a house, or a watch, they can be transferred and utilized after the author’s demise. An author’s name is something his heirs can cash in on and before you’re quick to judge them, you should realize that you probably wouldn’t run in the opposite direction if some extra scratch was coming your way.”
I needed another puff.
“In Ludlum’s case, I bet there are some readers who aren’t even aware he’s gone. Folks just see ‘Ludlum’ and grab the book like one of Ma Hatcher’s prize winning flapjacks at the county fair. Other readers are aware but are happy to see stories set in a world they enjoy continue. And if you’re a writer, and a new writer continues spinning yarns off of a spool you built, don’t you still deserve some credit in the form of your name being slapped on the cover, albeit posthumously?”
“An astute deduction, Mr. Hatcher.”
“Who’s next, sweetheart?”