Skimming through the papers today there was an unusual story in The Times about the death of Edgar Allan Poe which now might be as a result of a brain tumour. For years people suspected that he went mad or committed suicide and in some sort of way became like a character in his own story Murder on the Rue Morgue. But it seems that there might be a straightforward explanation after all.
The other story that caught the eye was actually in the Guardian yesterday which pointed out that although some authors win the Booker Prize and get some decent money from their work most don't According to the article by Blake Morrison some writers are barely scraping £10,000 a year which is the sort of statistic that will put plenty of people off choosing it as some sort of career ambition