Yet another poseur
And here we go again -- courtesy The Book You Crew, a report from The Smoking Gun that suggests James Frey, the author of the depraved drug memoir A Million Little Pieces, fabricated crucial incidents in the book.
Hey, folks, there's a word for this. If you want to make something up, don't call it a memoir. Don't call it your bio. Call it what it is: FICTION.
So check this out: According to Galleycat, Frey's book was originally shopped as a novel before being bought by a publisher.
1 comment:
I find this and the Leroy thing depressing (and despicable)--almost beyond words. As for Frey--yes, I understand how nonfiction can be a slippery slope, as is memory, but there's a point at which things stopped being fudged a bit and become outright lies.
I've never read Frey and only bits and pieces of Leroy and now I'll never read either fully because there are many other people out there writing with true honesty and integrity whose books I'd rather read.
Finally, as a writer, I find both of these sagas disheartening. It is hard enough to get somewhere in this publishing world but to have to do so in the face of the chicanery of others is beyond frustrating.
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