From the Times:
Five peasant farmers beat up a distinguished author for revealing in his novel the darkest secrets of their hamlet, including adultery, suicide, inbreeding and alcoholism, a court was told yesterday.
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"He changed names, but people in Lussaud recognised themselves as the drunken, lonely and uncouth characters he depicted".
That may be one of the best lines ever.
Posted by: Kelly Fineman | 25 June 2007 at 08:25 PM