The current count for books and authors copied by Cristiane Serruyo is 67/35. That’s thirty-five authors who’ve been impacted by her thievery, and sixty-seven of our books she treated like an all-you-can steal buffet.
There will be more. There are many people doing the laborious, tedious work of searching for infringing material, doing comparisons, documenting. I can’t express how grateful I am to every one of them.
As I outlined before in my blog, I’ve been plagiarized before. Janet Dailey was the most egregious, but not the only time. It’s horrible, always horrible. It’s gut-punching, time consuming–and all too often financially draining to deal with. It interferes with creativity, with the simple ability to sit down and put–and keep–your mind in the story you’re trying to write.
And it just hurts. Your head, your heart, your spirit. Every single time.
Given all that, Serruyo is a different animal than I’ve encountered before. She’s some sort of copy and paste Hoover that just sucked up writers’ (I don’t say other writers, because she’s not one) words and work and sweat and intellect.
To The Pain, a la The Princess Bride’s Westley.
One woman stole from (so-far) thirty-five authors, picking and choosing, I suppose, what sounded good to her, then–apparently–tossed that to ghostwriters she hired from Fiverr. So she could put her name on books, pose for photos, do interviews, engage with readers and brag.
And lie as she talked about having to ice her hand down from the pain of hours at the keyboard.
Let me just mix up a big, steaming bowl of fuck you, Serruya, on that one. I spend hours at the keyboard, every day, writing my own damn books. The others she stole from put in hours and hours at theirs. We know what that can cost physically.
I doubt her copy and pasting gave her any freaking wrist pain.
Quotes like that? I sincerely believe she did it as much for ego as money. Look how dedicated I am! I work through the pain! Admire me.
At this point I wouldn’t mind challenging her To The Pain, a la The Princess Bride’s Westley.
As far as I can tell, she’s still claiming it’s all some terrible mistake, and not altogether her fault. But that’s almost always what plagiarists say.
The scope of her theft is so huge, so stunningly wide, she really has nowhere to go, no excuses or reasons that can possibly hold even a drop of water.
But then, she never did.
We’re not done with her, and what’s coming will not be pleasant for her. We’re not done with the others–because there are undoubtedly others–who’ve followed this pattern of theft.
I hope she–and they–read this.
I hope they take me at my word.
I hope they tremble.