"Judith Regan's employment with HarperCollins has been terminated effective immediately," HarperCollins CEO Jane Friedman tersely announced yesterday.
At last Murdoch does something useful in his long, culturally useless life. Regan's days were always numbered the moment she dragged the Ancient Scrotal Sac into one of the worst publishing scandals in recent times. Regan, you will recall, had dreamt up the OJ Simpson "confessional" book in which he hypothesised how he would have killed his wife and friend were he guilty (the title Total Recall comes to mind): a fantastically cynical project symptomatic of psychosis both in Simpson himself and in the bullying, hysterical, hubristic and lying Regan. The world of publishing should ask itself how this low-life ever got so high in its world and why such a premium is placed on corporate miscreants.
Had the Simpson book continued to enjoy distribution, a whole new genre in the world of tabloid publishing would have opened up:
Henry Kissinger: "How I would have razed Cambodia to the ground had I not been busy picking up the Nobel Peace Prize"
Augusto Pinochet: "How aliens abducted 3,000 political opponents while I took tea with Mrs Thatcher - oops, I've just died"
Imelda Marcos: "My guide to New York shopping while one's husband does all the dirty work back home"
Any more?
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