Epictetus was never down with Annie Proulx’s post-Oscar sulking (remember, it’s better to make best use of what is in our power, and take the rest as it happens):
http://books.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,,1727309,00.html
But the Crash-addled/addicted Hollywood types who deign to create our cultural reality and serve it up at $10.25 a head acquit themselves far worse (as Annie at Maud reports):
“Proulx is just a writer,” said one studio insider with a sniff. “Nobody listens to them anyway.”
To arms?
Epictetus 