The recent revelations of beyond-reasonable-explanation similarities between two novels reminded me of the earlier brouhaha about Bear Bryant's Funeral Train..discussed here previously.
In both cases, a flinty eyed reader caught the similarities between two books and sounded the alarm. Much kerfluffle ensued, all of which you can read about (endlessly) in other places.
Here's what my colleagues and I are saying: thank dog it wasn't me.
We all read things, fall in love, sign them, pitch them and sell them.
Unless we'd actually read the stolen work we'd never know if a project had (as they used to say about certain kinds of scofflaws) "taken liberties" with the concept of original work.
There's some question about the role of the book packager who handled this book deal, but all I can say is again, thank dog it isn't me.