Loving to hate remains one of the most entertaining reasons for reading Gawker. But sometimes, sometimes you need to roll your eyes. They’ve had a hate-on for James Frey ever since the story broke, which means that this latest barrage of “investigative” journalism around his novel should come as no surprise. But my only question is when should people just start burying the hatchet and letting it all go? There’s a disclaimer at the beginning of the book that reads simply: “Nothing in this book should be considered accurate or reliable.” So I know it’s an easy potshot to take then, muddling about in what I’d consider to be the lesser aspects of the novel, the multiple lists and “fun facts.”
Although the Gawker piece is tongue-in-cheek, it must get tiring to be writing and reporting the same old story again and again. But in the same sense, you’d think Frey would learn the lesson, and maybe double check whether or not actual facts are correct. In the end, though, I guess it’ll continue to be an easy criticism to make and to level against him, regardless of how many books he manages to sell in his lifetime.
‘Nothing in this book should be considered accurate or reliable’. Enough said. Fuck Gawker. Fuck Oprah. Praise James Frey. The guy lives and writes on long after the rest of us would be dead.