So … do we know if James Frey is dead yet?
Everything on this site will be so helplessly outdated by the time anyone gets around to reading it, I don’t mind posting something that occurred to me many months ago. I’ll keep it brief:
So, we all agree that James Frey substituted fiction for non-fiction, and that this was a great crime against humanity, yeah? As a result of this revelation — just off the top of my head — he was castigated by Oprah on national television; his publisher dropped him, terminated his contact, and recalled the latest print of A Million Little Pieces; his agent denounced him; a scheduled movie version of A Million Little Pieces was dropped; he was sued by every retard and miscreant in America who somehow put a monetary value on reading pulp; and . . . am I missing anything?
Shit on by Oprah, his publisher, his agent, Hollywood, and his litigious countrymen. Okay: we all agree as to his infraction — but can’t we further agree that James Frey was an addict? I mean, despite whatever details he may have embelished, it’s a fact that he was in rehab, and that was for substance abuse, right? Yes?
Um . . . has anyone heard from James Frey lately? Because — not that I have firsthand knowledge, or anything — don’t you suppose a combination of any two kicks to the groin listed above might, just maybe, result in a relapse? And that any three might easily result in an overdose? Maybe?
When his dead, bloated corpse eventually floats ashore, all of American can pat itself on the back. I just needed to say that.
