Um, okay: am I the only person on the planet who thinks the whole James Frey/Million Little Pieces conflamma has gone on long enough? Am I the only person who thinks the poor guy ought to be given a break? Am I the only person who’s bothered to consider that the word “memoir” is the linguistic sibling of the word “memory“, and, I mean, how’s your memory these days, you know? The point being that a memoir isn’t a documentary: it’s ipso facto chock full of errors, and anyone who’d read it thinking, “Oh, this is exactly the way it happened lo those 30 years ago” is seriously thick in the head.
Lighten up, Oprah. You’re starting to sound like Pat Robertson and all those literal-interpretation-of-the-bible assholes. Sheesh…
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