Of course, my publishers were left in something of a dilemma. What do you do when one of the most famous writers in the world—if not the most famous—is in disgrace but everyone is desperate to read the offending books out of a macabre fascination? This is what you do: you reprint all the books in new editions—except The Tribesman, of course, which is now only printed under Edith’s name—and donate thirty percent of the royalties to charity. And you pocket the rest.
