It has been reported that in his heyday, whenever F. Scott Fitzgerald heard someone tell an anecdote he felt had dramatic potential, the celebrated novelist would pull out a $50 bill and offer to purchase said story on the spot. Cash having been accepted, that fragment of a real person's experience would find its way into one of Fitzgerald's short stories with only slight dissembling. A little money can go a long way toward quashing potential lawsuits, but it doesn't resolve the moral questions about privacy: Whose life is it, anyway? Are our lives lived in the public domain? What claims, if any, can others make on our lives? Did, for instance, Tennessee Williams breach a trust when he transformed his flighty, verbose mother Edwina into the flighty, verbose... More >>>