‘Yes Mr. Weinstein, I’m here for my 3AM reading.’

Lucy Prebble: 'Everybody has a Harvey story. Mine is unlurid but revealing.' https://t.co/sMjMnskQwA

— London Review of Books (@LRB) October 13, 2017

When Harvey Weinstein was convicted last week I remembered reading the LRB piece above nearly two and a half years ago.

Money quote:

After hearing my thoughts on the reading, Weinstein declared me bright and said he needed help with a movie he was making. It needed a new voiceover. He and another writer were going to work on it over the weekend. Watch a cut in his office, throw some ideas around. It was going to be fun. I should come. I was free and in town and intrigued. Is this how it worked? Is this how movies are made? My polite sounds became unintended commitments and when my agent found out, he was concerned. ‘When you work for Harvey, it should be a real meeting, in your capacity as a writer. This is a bad idea,’ he warned. I insisted. I insisted because I had implied I would do it to his face. I thought it would be bad form to go back on my word to Harvey Weinstein. I did not want to offend. A familiar feeling.

Let's give it up for Lucy Prebble's representative. Once more with feeling "when my agent found out, he was concerned. ‘When you work for Harvey, it should be a real meeting, in your capacity as a writer. This is a bad idea,’ he warned."

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,

Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel

It seems to me that the guy was risking making enemies and even appearing to turn down opportunities in the service of his client's long term best life interests. That requires real cojones, not Harvey's counterfeit version.