Okay, so yesterday’s post was a bit of fluffery. I admit that. But I do have an excuse.
You see, our television, only two years old, blew up. Suddenly, no picture and a thick white puff of smoke floated toward the ceiling. That can really put you off your feed.
Well, yesterday we went a television hunting, and this time for a shiny new flat screen. In anticipation of our move to New Mexico, we knew we weren’t gonna lug those old-fashioned behemoths around any more.
And we got more than we bargained for. Prices have come down considerably, and we have a nice 32″ beauty that had us oohing and ahhing last night. (We shall forget the cussing and gnashing of teeth as the Contrarian went through his usual, “I can do this without any stinkin’ directions” episode, before grabbing the manual and reading what plug goes where.
Anyway, I ran yesterday’s blog up quickly before we left. Truthfully, we do watch Survivor sometimes. We have skipped seasons entirely, and we have quit mid-season a few times, bored with the field of contestants or for some other reason. But truthfully (this becomes important in a minute) Rob Mariano is a favorite of mine and we enjoyed how he manipulated the newbies. A truer Svengali was never met, nor one with a cuter smile.
Anywho, I was back on the computer, doing e-mail stuff. The television in the office was on, as it always is, and Oprah was on, as alas she usually is, given that there is freakin’ nothing else on at that time of the afternoon. Phew. I catch a bit here and there, and mostly don’t watch.
Anywho, again, she had on this dude called James Frey, whose pic is above. He had written a book called “A Million Little Pieces” of which I had never heard. He was back on Oprah after a big kerfuffle about the book. Seems it was written as a memoir and was more fiction than true story. It seems that Ms. Winfrey had named it to her “Book Club” as a selection, the book sales had gone through the roof, when all this untruthiness had come about.
It is not clear who is mostly to blame for all this. Surely Mr. Frey was aware that he was portraying his bout with drugs, alcohol and crime by stretching some facts and making up some more. Were the publishers derelict in “investigating” the truth of his story? Was Ms. Winfrey’s staff similarly derelict in their checking out the book?
Whatever, Oprah had the man back on in part it seems to make some amends for what I am told was a thoroughly excoriating interview she had with Frey after the “hoax” was uncovered.
Part Two is on today, and I suspect I’ll pay a bit more attention, since there is much to contemplate here.
Frey read some folks like Faulkner, and decided that he wanted to write, to move people as he had been moved. With apparently not much of a background to draw from, he spent some years in pretty dire circumstances, while trying to learn to write.
I’m not defending him, nor condemning anyone either. He wrote a book, and a publisher wanted to publish it as a memoir.(Given that I know a few bloggers who write beautifully but can’t get published, while a complete cypher of a human being named Snooki who is probably not as smart as a rock, can get published, I can understand the allure to Mr. Frey) It sold lots of copies, and tens of thousands more after Oprah pushed it. She was moved by it and claimed everyone at Harpo was as well. Hundreds of testimonials were written. Addicts galore claimed that the book had been of great help to them.
After it was determined that Frey had inflated or simply made up some of the “facts” all hell broke loose. Oprah, as we have said, publicly whipped him. People sued, claiming “emotional pain and distress”.
It all comes down to this: Is there something intrinsically different in a memoir versus a work of fiction? I mean, is there something so wildly in opposite between an experience of the body and that of the mind? Is one less “real”? Is one less valid?
Frey was all he claimed, a drug addict and an alcoholic and a criminal, albeit a very petty one. Do those who were “helped” suddenly become less “helped” by the revelation that words and scenes were not necessarily actual? I truly don’t know.
New writers are often advised to “write about what you know.” Certainly, if I am reading about the history of my country’s foundation, I want to know of the writer’s background. A degree in religious education, for instance, is a whole lot less persuasive than a doctorate in American history from Yale might be, especially if you the author are trying to convince me of a wildly new theory of how our country formed.
But, seriously in fiction, writers write about things they don’t know all the time. Colleen McCullough writes about ancient Rome, after writing about the hierarchy of the Roman Catholic Church for instance. So we know that good research can make up for a lot of lack of personal experience.
And no one claims Frey didn’t experience being all the things he wrote about. He embellished them, to be sure, but does that make his conclusions less valid?
Is there a firm line between memoir and fiction? Aren’t we always interpreting actual events through our own lenses? Aren’t we putting them together in our minds with other, recognized and not, “events”. Aren’t our visceral gut feelings responses to conscious and unconscious thoughts and remembrances?
Were those helped less helped? I suspect not.
What are your thoughts? How would you feel if what had been useful to you turned out in the end to be a hoax of sorts? Have you experienced something akin to this?
I confess to being perplexed on this one.
- James Frey Back on ‘Oprah,’ Says He Doesn’t Respect Memoir Genre (VIDEO) (tvsquad.com)
- James Frey Describes 2006 Interview with Oprah as ‘Personal Car Crash’ (genzpad.com)
- The Man Who Knew Nothing About Memoir (brevity.wordpress.com)
- James Frey’s Rematch on The Oprah Winfrey Show (thedailybeast.com)
Publishers Publish whatever sells, and commercial TV hosts interview guests who sell ads, especially ones who create controversy, which Sells More Ads, increases viewership. _______________________________________________That’s why I find more intellectually challenging things to do, like playing online RISK, BACKGAMMON, BASEBALL. against others, instead of ‘entertainment Industry.
ROFL…okay Tony…I do get what you mean! hahah..
I read the book when it came out and loved it. And even though I was disappointed when i learned that it wasn’t 100% truthful, it didn’t change what i experienced in the reading and what i took from the book.
if Frey had put a sentence in the foreward saying “names have been changed and parts of this memoir have been embellished for better storytelling” it may have made all the difference in the world…or if he had simply said “based on a true story” – that also would have stopped the firestorm but then it might not have been published?
I still recommend it to my students who struggle with addictions. I’m not particularly fond of Frey and how he comes across in these interviews but i still liked his book. And as Megan McKenna famously said, “All stories are true, and some of them actually happened!”
I do see your point, and you are probably right. The second part of the interview I thought was most good. I’m anxious to read his latest book which is something like, “the last Testament” and I guess posits a returned Jesus.
Middle Seaman said:
When I work at my non-office (laptop and legs up on sofa), the TV, in front of me, is on later in the evening to cooking shows. Have been cooking for 30+ years and love it. I see probably between almost nothing to at most half of the program (if the dish intrigues me).
Frey is lying? Politician are professional liars. Poor Frey, he wants us to jump on Paul Ryan, Newt and many others.
But Seaman, How do you cook with your feet up on the Sofa? Microwave? Or Sofa next to Range?
Yes when I’m computering, I miss more than 1/2 of whats on the TV which is usually okay, because mostly its garbage…lol
Thomas Bryner said:
Hunter S. Thompson once said that the best way to express the truth is sometimes through fiction- but he was always up front about what he was up to.
James Frey could probably have put a disclaimer on his book and it would have sold just as well. Failing to do that made people feel like fools- and nobody likes that.
Oh I do agree, he was wrong. Still Oprah, as she later admitted got her ego way to far into it…It became Personal to her and took it way over the top.
You see, our television, only two years old, blew up. Suddenly, no picture and a thick white puff of smoke floated toward the ceiling.
Maybe you momentarily tuned in to Fox by mistake? Even a TV may blow its stack from sheer disgust.
Now, that I think about it……..LOL
Suddenly, no picture and a thick white puff of smoke floated toward the ceiling.
Are you sure you weren’t getting the results of the latest papal election from Rome? Please??
HA! good one Shannon
Snoring Dog Studio said:
Perhaps, Frey simply needed a different genre that hadn’t been invented yet – as a “memoir” his book isn’t that. Perhaps a fauxmoir? Frankly, I have much disdain for publishers and they get what they ask for. I don’t think much harm was done here unless the world considers duping Oprah to be a heinous crime.
Pretty much my take. And I think what Frey was trying to say is that what is a memoir after all. Plenty of them have been met with family and friends who were livid that it was not the “truth” they remembered. So in a sense, they are nothing but a emotional experience to events, and seldom very accurate I suspect.
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