Harper Lee, author of To Kill a Mockingbird, and literary agent Samuel L. Pinkus have reached an agreement in principle to resolve Ms. Lee’s lawsuit against Mr. Pinkus. At the moment, the terms of the settlement are undisclosed, and it’s common for such terms to remain confidential.
I discussed this lawsuit in a previous post, When Our Literary Heroes Become Victims, in which I said that “the complaint is a difficult set of allegations to untangle.” Ms. Lee alleged that Pinkus, the son-in-law of her former agent Eugene Winick, breached his fiduciary duties (by failing to be truthful, self-dealing, and failing to ‘work’ the copyright to maximize royalties) and manipulated Ms. Lee into assigning away the copyright to her classic novel. It was particularly sad to read about her failing health, which Lee alleges Pinkus exploited for his personal gain.
To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my favorite books, which I revisited recently as part of Roof Beam Reader’s Read-along (the three images above show what my copy of the novel looked like at the end of the read-along). I love the novel as much now as I did when I first read it, but my reasons for loving it have changed in light of my life experiences. I reflected on this novel in three posts over the summer:
- Revisiting the Soft Pages of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird
- Our Morbid Curiosity: Watching “Poor Devils” (or Maybe Just “Devils”) on Trial
- We Were All Children Once (Even Lawyers)
If you haven’t read To Kill a Mockingbird or if you haven’t read it since you were a child, I highly recommend that you add it to your reading list.