If you followed the James Frey big brouhahaha (ha), you will be interested in this:
From The facts. Don't give me the facts:
AFTER READING JOHN BANVILLE'S Man Booker prize-winning The Sea, a slim volume trumpeted as fiction, I was startled to discover, upon perusing my hefty atlas, that this supposedly fantastical place named Ireland was an actual island. While reading, I thought it sounded familiar, yet I let it slide, not wanting niggling particulars to ruin the experience.
But as a page-by-page analysis of The Sea turned up a plethora of verifiable facts, I believe a comprehensive investigation is in order. If the sanctioned percentage of fact (to be determined by James Frey) exceeds the appropriate percentage of fiction, I suggest that it would be prudent for the Booker committee to strip Banville of his award.
This feeling of being cheated and of violation to my very soul led me to contact a lawyer who is at present engaged in writing a class action against authors who have mis-stated fact for fiction.
Well, I believe that says it all...
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3 comments:
Hee. Funny.
Okay, so Frey is a slimeball.
My honest reaction to the whole brouhaha? Zzzzz.
There's nothing more tedious than an addict than A RECOVERING ADDICT. Just as self-absorbed, only now, not-funny and not prone to dancing naked on tables with lampshades on their heads.
Honestly, who'd think a drunk would tell the truth? "Oooo, he exaggerated." No poopy, Sherlock. He's an addict. They all lie.
Moving on, nothing to see here.
My feelings too. I thought they made far too big a deal about it. Granted, facts should be marketed as non-fiction, and fiction as, well, fiction, but what a big to do it all was.
Scot, you always put things so succinctly. Thanks :)
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