The Eddingses
I don’t actually read David and Leigh Eddings. They’re in my personal category of pulp epic fantasy so clumsy and derivative that I don’t even find it fun as a light read.
But I do want to call out the odd circumstance of Mr. Eddings at last admitting that Ms. Eddings co-wrote just about everything published under his name. (I’m making the entry in The Book a joint entry. I hope I’m not the first, and I’d just better not be the last.)
The fact of the co-writing is not odd. The fact of the co-writing’s lengthy concealment isn’t odd either. Concealment of female contributions happens all the time—not just in genre fiction, not just in fiction, not just in writing, but all the time.
But acknowledging it? Setting the record straight? That’s vanishingly rare. And welcome. Bravo, Mr. Eddings.