At least the article serves to clarify whose work the disappointing next Next Big Thing - also know as I Am Number Four - actually was. Good on io9's Charlie Jane Anders for bringing the particulars of this monstrosity in-the-making to light, though for once I could have done with a little more personality in the reportage... a little less objectivity.
I mean, this is disgusting, isn't it? Have a gander at the machinations of the Factory of Frey:
"Frey comes up with commercial book ideas and then farms them out to young, hungry writers whom he finds in writing programs and elsewhere. Among other things: an author of one of these books may get paid as little as $500 ($250 on signing, $250 after completion of the book) in exchange for a percentage of eventual royalties. The author may not get their name on the book — as Jobie Hughes found when he wrote I Am Number Four based on Frey's idea [...] and in the case of I Am Number Four, the book was even rewritten to match some decisions that were made on the film, and Frey created a new emblem for the series, a crop circle, after movie producers said they wanted something along the lines of Harry Potter's lightning bolt to put on marketing materials."
Apparently, at the moment "Frey has 27 [such] writers working on a total of 28 series," each presumably with an eye to eventual adaptation.
Now I'm not often one to wish failure on anyone. If and when I don't like a thing, fine, it's not for me - but it may yet be for others. This news, however, sickens the very soul, such that now I'm hoping the impending movie adaptation of I Am Number Four - though can one even call it that, given the cross-media calculation that is the very baseline of this insulting equation? - goes down like a lead balloon, thereby ruining the chances of any further such offenses against freedom, creativity and honesty everywhere.
Frey, if you're even out there? Away and shite, why don't you.
Or am I taking this too personally?