Today comes word that fraudulent memoirist James Frey just inked a deal with HarperCollins to publish his new novel for a million dollars.
Gawker’s Emily Gould has a cogent assessment on why this is a slap in the face to writers of both fiction and non-fiction who approach their work with integrity.
I suppose I’d be more upset with the news, but I never fell victim to the Frey, having not read his faux-memoir before it was exposed as a fictional contrivance.
That said, If I hear tell of a new JT LeRoy novel I’ll be super-pissed. But given the fact a disgraced fabulist like Frey can still command seven figures for his work, I wouldn’t be too surprised if it came to pass.