After years bouncing around the courts, the Neil Gaiman-Todd McFarlane trial has wrapped. Heroes can be copyrighted. Gaiman has won $2-5 million from being screwed over. After paying attorney’s fees, Gaiman’s devoting the remaining sum over to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund. Gaiman, now in the running for Coolest Guy on the Planet, has been called “a shameful opportunist” by McFarlane. “I’m nice too,” said McFarlane. “Just not as nice as Neil.”

With Darren Aronofsky, he helped wow and depress the hell out of filmgoers with Requiem for a Dream. Now hard-boiled novelist Hubert Selby, Jr. is back with Fear X. Nicolas Refn is the director. John Turturro stars. Kubrick’s cameraman, Larry Smith, was enlisted. Selby co-wrote the script. And instead of the Kornos Quartet, it’s Brian Eno on the soundtrack. “The movie is very, very, very depressing,” said the Telegraph. “But it’s also very good. Even our harshest critic couldn’t get out of bed for several days.”

The Age talks with Andrea Levy. Her novels are inspired by racial identity, much of it related to her parents coming from Jamaica to Britain, thinking that they would be considered white, only to be singled out.

Here’s a new angle for an Anne Rice profile: her relationship with her late husband.

Reason No. 3,624 to Vote for Kerry: States are getting creative with their budgets. Denied resources by a federal government too busy cutting taxes for the rich and spending its way out of control, Alabama has an unusual idea. In an effort to buy school textbooks, a Bingo for Books proposal is on the table.

A Pennsylvania public library has placed five sexual instruction books on the reference shelves, rather than the stacks. Now residents hoping to learn about positions other than missionary or the joys of gay sex will have to do so at a public refectory table, instead of the privacy of their own homes. The number of successful orgasms in Broomall, PA is expected to drop by 16% over the next year.

A chat with J.K. Rowling revealed the following: There may be more than seven books. Harry Potter will continue growing up. Harry Potter will enter a Hogwarts halfway house.

So who is National Book Critics Award winner Edward Jones?

1. He received a telephone message from his agent urging him to continue.
2. Here’s an excerpt. The novel, for those who don’t know, is about a black slave owner.
3. Jones began to write after being let go from a job he held for 19 years condensing articles for a trade journal. The novel has sold 100,000 copies.
4. Jones is 53 and lives alone in a Washington, D.C. apartment.
5. He grew up poor, moving “18 times in 18 years.” His mother could not read or write.
6. Jones couldn’t make friends, so he read books (including comic books).
7. Here’s an NPR link for audiophiles.

And the winner is Edward Jones!

Additional winners:

General Nonfiction: Paul Hendrickson, Sons of Mississippi
Biography/Autobiography: William Taubman, Kruschev: The Man and His Era
Poetry: Susan Stewart, Columbarium
Criticism: Rebecca Solnit, River of Shadows

I’ll have more on Jones during tomorrow morning’s update.

Since the Hag likes Cafe Press so much, Return of the Reluctant proudly joins this populist consumerism.

Ladies and gentlemen, the official “I’m A Bitch” T-shirt.

Leave it to the trusty OGIC to have some good inside New Yorker juice (via today’s WSJ). Back in 1966, Murray Schumach prepared a lengthy profile on Wallace Shawn. But editor Arthur Gelb caved and gave Shawn article approval. Results: a New Yorker editor holed up with enmity, months of unsuccessful negotiations, and an article that never made it into print. The lesson is unequivocal. But it still dismays me that so many editors cut this kind of deal.

A number of authors, including JK Rowling, Philip Pullman and Vikram Seth, are leading a coalition against the removal of retail prices from books. Philip Pullman notes that “books are not eggs,” midlist authors would suffer, and royalties would be more creatively calculated.

There’s actually a simpler way to look at the issue: Does anybody really want to go into a bookstore and be surrounded by books with terrible price tags besmirching their exterior? The affixing paste may ruin the cover. Or the pricetag might become so prominent as to destroy a carefully designed cover. Worse still, the name of a book or an author might be blotted out due to some rushed, underpaid bookstore clerk threatened with a flogging.