Fraudulent Reviews Hurt Everyone.

Especially authors like me.

This Forbes Magazine article, by David Vinjamuri, expresses my concerns about the problem of sock puppet reviews - DO CONSUMER REVIEWS HAVE A FUTURE? WHY AMAZON’S SOCK PUPPET SCANDAL IS BIGGER THAN IT APPEARS.

Several days ago, I read Joe Konrath’s article and code of ethics regarding phony reviews wherein he stated- and I paraphrase- I wouldn’t do it, but it ain’t all that bad. I admire Mr. Konrath and I respect his personal code of ethics, but I was disappointed. I agree with Mr. Vinjamuri, this is moral relativism- I wouldn’t do it, but well, you do what you gotta do. Mr. Konrath says since there is no way to effectively police the system we must, as consumers, accept varying degrees of dishonesty. In other words, there is dishonesty and there is dishonesty.

He does have a point, but let me ask you this… When my husband prevaricates regarding a certain pair of jeans and my butt, is this the same as deliberately attempting to fool the public in order to make money and/or stick it to one’s competition?

While I believe a lie is acceptable on certain occasions- like, say, when your life is threatened or as in the above case involving jeans and my butt- if a certain percentage of book reviews are sock puppet reviews, by definition that makes every review suspect and therefore, worthless.

Here’s an obvious understatement for you- Fraudulent reviews distort the original intent of review sites. Duh.

It’s easy as pie to create sock puppet identities in order to scam consumers. At its least offensive this practice is misleading and annoying, at worst it’s flat out fraud.

Mr. Vinjamuri points out in his article that David Wagner, writing for the Atlantic Wire, intimates (perhaps with tongue in cheek) it’s easy to spot the fakes. I beg to differ. I’m really smart (I sound like Homer Simpson - “I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T! I mean S-M-A-R-T!”) and while I discount what I call rah-rah yay-yay reviews as well as spiteful, vitriolic reviews, I doubt I could identify your run of the mill phony review.

Frankly, the practice of using sock puppets to write fraudulent reviews pisses the hell out of me.

As a consumer I want to read honest reviews.

As an author, no matter how hard it is to sit on my hands, my job is to tell the story, write the best book I can, put it out there and let the chips fall where they may. I know damn well the decision has cost me in terms of sales. Even knowing that, I will still do the right thing.

No sock puppets here.

 

One of the best movie scenes ever…

along with one of the best songs ever, and the only time I’ve ever been able to stomach Will Farrell in a movie, Stranger Than Fiction:

Whole Wide World, by Wreckless Eric - from way back in 1980. (Sorry about the quality- Damn we were young back then!)

Great movie, great song, great love story.

Necessity is the Mother of Invention.

Remember these guys? I do.

For some reason the video brings to mind a…

human-sized hamster ball so I can go for a walk without risking an yellow jacket encounter. What do you think? Can you see me rolling down the street? I gotta get me one ‘o’ these!

For some other weird reason, my husband thinks I’m cute and he told me this morning that when he calls me cute I am not allowed to reply, “you’re nuts.”

Here are a few photos from Wales. Conwy (Conway) is one of the only villages in the U.K. with an intact town wall - commissioned by the English King Edward I and built between the years 1283 and 1289. After he crushed Prince Llwellyn, he built Conwy Castle and the village of Conwy - the Welsh were not allowed inside the walls. There is a single break in the wall where the modern road was built over the River Conwy a little more than a hundred years ago.

Hubby highest point, Conwy town wall

Me highest point, Conwy town wall

King’s Chapel, Conwy Castle

Towers above River Gate - Conwy Castle

Welsh Cakes, A Traditional Welsh Treat.

What does one eat in Wales? Butter so yellow it’s orange. Organic Welsh butter is the best I’ve ever tasted - rich, round, satisfying. Eggs from free range chickens with yolks so orange they are red. God they’re delicious - and of course in the U.K. everyone can poach an egg perfectly.

I can’t poach an egg to save my life.

Fish. A lot of fish. When in Wales one tends to eat a lot of fish. There’s also grass fed lamb and what’s known as Welsh black beef- also grass fed. Hiking through the meadows I envied all that luscious green grass on behalf of every American farmer and rancher suffering through this summer’s drought. The cows and sheep and horses seemed so content in Wales. Such a peaceful lot.

The one thing everyone eats in Wales are Welsh Cakes. It’s part of the culture. These aren’t exactly scones, nor are they English muffins, and they definitely are not Scottish oat cakes which even the livestock refuse to eat - with good reason! Eating a Scottish oat cake is like sucking on sand. Except maybe worse. I think sand is more palatable.

Welsh Cakes are little round griddle cakes, moist, tender, not too sweet, but just sweet enough. My husband fell completely in love with them.

Here’s a traditional recipe, translated from Welsh:

8 ounces self-rising flour, sifted

4 ounces (Welsh) butter, salted

1 egg

1 handful sultanas (raisins)

3 ounces caster (superfine) sugar

Extra butter for greasing griddle.

Rub the butter into the flour until the mixture looks like cornmeal or breadcrumbs. Add sugar, sultanas, egg. Mix well. Form a ball of dough, adding a splash of milk if necessary for moisture.

Roll out the dough to 1/4 inch thick and cut into rounds with 3″-4″ cookie cutter. Heat up a heavy griddle, rub it with butter. Place the Welsh Cakes on the griddle, turning once. Cook 2-3 minutes per side. Each side should be caramel brown.

Eat plain or with jam, or dust with powdered sugar.

 

 

Quotes from Stay and otherwise…

“Never was a bull that couldn’t be rode. Never was a cowboy that couldn’t be throwed.” Robert Mitchum to Susan Hayward, The Lusty Men

 

Lucas Jennings and Sydney Blake from Stay:

He laughed. “It worked out fine. She’d always dreamed of marrying a cowboy.”

“Every little girl dreams of marrying a cowboy,” she said.

Lucas teased her. “I thought every little girl dreamed of riding a horse.”

“Well, why do you think we want to marry cowboys?”