I know I am really late on this one, but this is an easy one. I find the whole fiasco with James Frey to be totally hilarious. You mean to tell me an addict lied about something? No shit? I’m so shocked! Henry Rollins puts it best:

CNN was on today and I watched Anderson Cooper waste way too much time on James Frey and his book that lied. Uh, he’s a junkie and she’s a fucking day time talk show host. If you get your reading list from a fucking talk show host, you deserve any disappointment that comes your way.

But Oprah, as I’ve previously blogged about, is no saint either.  Meanwhile, Scott over at Conversational Reading also hits the nail on the head about Frey’s publisher:

What do we need stinkin fact-checkers for? This slightly frightening-looking former addict comes to us with a memoir and he sez it’s true, so it’s true. Shit! Next thing you’ll be asking us to check the authenticity of Scotter Libby’s memoir.

The whole thing is pretty pathetic and hilarious. I hate these “memoirs” that need to have these insane, totally fucked up, stories to sell a few more books. If these people would just write fiction with some truth and biographical stuff and sell it as fiction and not memoir none of this would happen.

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