Some young intern who (unlike us ) is completely obsessed with Kaavyagate, has stumbled upon what was allegedly Kaavya Viswanathan’s LiveJournal, and it was promptly mirrored:

… Jesse Andrews [is] an assistant editor at Harvard’s not-yet-launched, Atlantic-bankrolled and unbearably douchey new alumni mag… His intern discovered the LiveJournal of… Kaavya Viswanathan. Problem was, once he blogged about it, she took it down. But not before a Digster created a mirror of it… [Link]

Its quote under Girl With a Pearl Earring sounds apropos.

I’ve accepted that the real reason I want to be a doctor is so that I could make a shitload of money, and nice as that would be, even I know it’s not the right foundation for a lifelong career.

Instead, I’m hoping to get a joint Business/Law degree from the big H’s grad school, then set off into the wide world. I’d love to be an executive for a book publishing company. If I could ever be the CEO of randomhouse/bertelsman, I think i would die and go to heaven… Or I could be the marketing director for Barneys (think of the discount!!) [Link]

… things i want to do before i die: … publish a novel… [Link]

I think I may be turning into a Republican. AHHHHH!!! It scares me too, but what with taking Ec 10 w/ Marty Feldstein (die hard conservative) and being best friends w/ someone from a red state (who actually manages to be nice funny and smart, as well as republican), I can feel myself going over to the dark side. So much of the Republican platform makes sense to me, especially when I think about it in economic terms. [Link]

if i can survive exactly 19 more minutes of work I will be able to run away to Neiman Marcus w/ my dad’s American Express card and buy my mom a birthday present. [Link]

The only good thing about setting off in September is that I’ll have my own credit card. Or rather, my name will be on a credit card that leads directly to my parents’ bank account. There’s a silver lining in every cloud :) [Link]

I’ve spent a lot of time figuring out my “how to succeed” strategy, and this is what I finally came up with: have all the attributes of the perfect trophy wife, without actually being a trophy wife.

So far, I have acquired the following trophy wife-worthy skills… [Link]

So, in case y’all havent picked up on my taste in men by now: I like them to come from tortured family backgrounds, be completely emotionally fucked-up, but very rich, talented, and good looking. [Link]

Amit Chatwani pens a parody called ‘Gopal Mehta’:

… he decided his best angle was to be the drunken, boisterous fool that everyone loves to hang out with. He’d be even more loud and more boisterous than the kids from Australia and more irreverent than the Japanese…

[His] name card no longer read “Fun Guy.” He was just Gopal Mehta. He was no longer elite or cool. He was just another douchebag. [Link]

Sepia Mutiny reports on a rip of Viswanathan’s life:

Jamie Michaels’s Kiss My Book, story of a teen writing sensation who gets caught plagiarizing her debut novel, but finds redemption and romance when she escapes to a small town… [Link]

Shameless, I say, shameless. The Moonie Times defends Opal Mehta:

… a wonderfully authentic glimpse at what is surely a real picture of the immigrant middle class Indian community. It’s hard to believe that any of the plagiarized paragraphs could have more than minimal impact on Miss Viswanathan’s work. [Link]

Meanwhile, the Contra Costa Times sees Kaavyagate as a reminder of an older minority writer scandal:

Janet Cooke, an African-American, was a rising star at the Washington Post. She even won a Pulitzer Prize. Quelle horreur when it was discovered that she had made up the story of Jimmy, the heroin-addicted 8-year-old. How could she embarrass us like that? The Washington Post returned the Pulitzer Prize. [Link]

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