Monday, January 16, 2006
The literary world has been abuzz lately with the recent James Frey fray and the unmasking of JT Leroy . I'm enjoying following the trail of outrage and indignation in the wake of these revelations, and appreciate the important issues about authenticity and artifice in writing that are being raised, but somehow I haven't quite figured out how I feel about the whole mishegas. I think this could be because I have been preoccupied with lies that feel more pressing and dangerous--the blatant lies of our administration. If only the media could latch on to those lies with the same wolf-pack ferocity they've shown with these publishing scandals. Sure, it's compelling to watch literary bad-boys fall from grace (ah, the schaudenfraude), but there are bigger fish than Frey I want to fry.