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Were Hemmingway, Jack Kerouac and Hunter S Thompson's novels, for all they were largely based on real life events, ever presented as non-fiction though? I could be wrong about this, but I'm not sure if they were. And wouldn't 'a fake memoir' be one of the ways you could define the term 'novel' in the first place?
What James Frey's done seems to be qualitatively different, insofar as he's gone on, in great detail, about his alleged pain in a situation that actually must be extremely unpleasant (I wouldn't have anything like as much of a problem with him if he'd been embellishingly wildly about, say, being a Dallas Cowboys fan,) and been so appallingly po-faced, and, frankly, such a wanker, about a set of circumstances that he had in fact made up. Given the lofty claims he was prone to making about teh hardcore honesty of his prose (with sales figures like those, there will probably, and sadly, be more books, but I'll be surprised if there's another interview,) it's really a source of amazement that he hasn't, as yet, just cashed in his chips, writing-wise anyway, out of sheer embarrassment.
And I do sort of think that Frey should be up in court for his tedious antics - If nothing else, I'll be following the proceedings with interest.
(With apologies, Sleaze, for derailing the thread a bit.) |
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