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Friday, January 27, 2006

One Million Little Book Sales

So, with everything going on, one thing on the top of everyone’s radar is James Frey, whatever and his book A Million Little Pieces. It’s not a memoir, it turns out he made the whole thing up. Oprah at first defended him, then she ripped him a new asshole for lying to her.


Let me say right now. Of all the people in the world, I would not fuck
with Oprah. James Frey, you are gonna be in a world of hurt. Oprah
will get
medievil on your ass.

Now this book is obviously crap. It some hearwarming tale of overcoming addition, blah, blah, blah. What I find interesting is how pissed everyone is. It’s a book. He made shit up. Uh, it’s called fiction. So, freaking what if it didn’t actually happen. Huck Finn – not real, good book. On the Road – yeah, most of that is made up. Oedipus – motherfucker is probably not real.

It’s not like he was writing about Abraham Lincoln and just making shit up. What does it matter? The best part is that the media is all over this. However, when the republican taliban just made up a bunch of shit that led to a war in Iraq and over 2,000 dead solders. Well, the silence on that is deafening.


I live in a world where Oprah is the most influential person in literature. That is not good, but not the worst thing in the world. She tries. I like Oprah. Hell more people read because of her and that is a good thing. But I also live in a world where everyone gets their panties in a bunch because some guy called a novel a memior, but can't bother to care about being bullshat into an endless war. You called it, dude, Dying Rome.

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