Two fake memoirs debunked in the past month. Love and Consequences and Misha: A Memoire of the Holocaust Years. In an already difficult to penetrate industry, these people are making it even harder. Troubling.The interesting thing is that when caught, they always say the same thing.
James Frey said: "People cope with adversity in many different ways, ways that are deeply personal. My mistake, and it is one I deeply regret, is writing about the person I created in my mind to help me cope, and not the person who went through the experience."
Misha Defonseca said: "The story of 'Misha' is not actual reality, but was my reality, my way of surviving," and at times she "found it difficult to differentiate between what was real and what was part of my imagination."
One could say that these are valid pontifications regarding the nature of the Self and the construction of identity. If one were inclined to be an asshole. It's actually just a really nice therapeutic way of saying "I told the lie so much, I came to believe it myself." But that’s as much as I feel like saying, and that’s neither here nor there.
In other news, I headed out to the remains of Midnight Records and talked business with a curious gentleman. I also picked up an LP of The Way We Feel by Complex, an excellent album with a poorly designed cover:
