By Eduardo Garcia Aguilar
Patrick Poivre d'Arvor is a national institution in France, for over a quarter of a century was the most powerful news presenter of the largest television channel TF1. Throughout much of his image in modern history came every night without fail to homes to bring good news or bad news. Presidents, ministers, artists, businessmen, religious, criminals, athletes, actors and all the inhabitants of the country, powerful or miserable, they surrendered at his feet as the pope media was from the days before cable and internet in the remote seventies.
Until this week, when he found that his new biography of Ernest Hemingway, impeccably edited and released by a major publisher as the best seller of the winter season, was plagiarized from one written by an Anglo author dead , this time a serious researcher who spent years burning itself eyelashes. The sad thing is that accuse him of plagiarism, but he had not seen that manucrito he wrote as always his faithful collaborators, or to be more direct, one of his ghost writers, writers 'black' or whatever who call them books written in secret stars, politicians and famous writers and tired.
undoubtedly intelligent, educated and polite, her figure was safe and seemed immune to three years ago, the day he dared to mock in an interview the new president, suggesting that a man acted like immature and child to the office and seemed to play with him as a child does with his toys, in which almost all observers agree.
Misfortune soon fall. From the Elysee palace came the angry order and Poivre d'Arvor was removed from office, which seemed immovable, and the worst is that nobody told you before and learned the terrible news in the press, while attending a game of tennis at Roland Garros Stadium, accompanied by a lady.
This has been one of the most chilling of Shakespearean defenestrations local media universe and his henchmen, the owners of the channel TF1, millionaire playboy close friends of President complied with the order and put in place a beautiful admired by the president. Now with this scandal, Sarkozy's friends will no doubt the final blow to the idol of clay that fell on his own petard.
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After months away from the antenna, followed his career with dignity and returned to the television scene gradually smaller chains, practicing criticism, claiming his honor and dedicated to personal weakness, love literature. But now Poivre d'Arvor has received the coup de grace victim of his weaknesses and that terrible feeling of impunity in the media stars who live surrounded by people who cut and makes them work. All the press have fallen into because of fraud, which means his biography of Hemingway and was revealed in great detail by the magazine L'Express.
Probabalemente passion has written some of his earlier books and maybe I can write yet, but success is tempting and in full swing as the country's most famous man published every year three, four or five of his books that came out, one after another, novels, essays, testimonies, biographies, sold in an instant like hot cakes, purchased by millions of housewives girlfriends and admirers across the country. She even came to be named as a finalist for the major literary prizes this year, the Goncourt and Renaudot. With 63 books to his credit, had become a veritable gold mine editorial.
And while living in the lie that all these 63 works were his, the truth is that most, if not all, were produced by ghost writers, ghostwriters or "black" professionals of the publishing company, while He spent the day in newsrooms and television studios, at receptions and trips or walking with his many girlfriends, one of which was apparently the very Lady Di. Poivre d'Arvor ended up believing he was a writer, and even a great writer. At the end of the day he left one of his works around the world praised it and the newspapers and magazines took pains crÃticas.Y do the best as he continues and will continue to trap dozens of famous writers.
The scandal revealed the corruption of the publishing world scenes, which has misled the poor readers in the second half of the twentieth century and continues to do more brazen in the XXI century. Honorable exceptions, the authors of today are trademarks, including Nobel Prize sacrosanct, such as English Camilo Jose Cela, plagiarized the novel which won the Planeta prize very corrupt. You can become a famous writer and Nobel Prize-winning and without writing the books. Just enough to be a media figure. That is the cruel reality that ignore the innocent readers.
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