Skip to comments.The Man Who Conned Oprah--(Author scams Oprah and millions of women)
Posted on 01/10/2006 8:50:51 AM PST by misterrob
JANUARY 8--Oprah Winfrey's been had.
Three months ago, in what the talk show host termed a "radical departure," Winfrey announced that "A Million Little Pieces," author James Frey's nonfiction memoir of his vomit-caked years as an alcoholic, drug addict, and criminal, was her latest selection for the world's most powerful book club.
In an October 26 show entitled "The Man Who Kept Oprah Awake At Night," Winfrey hailed Frey's graphic and coarse book as "like nothing you've ever read before. Everybody at Harpo is reading it. When we were staying up late at night reading it, we'd come in the next morning saying, 'What page are you on?'" In emotional filmed testimonials, employees of Winfrey's Harpo Productions lauded the book as revelatory, with some choking back tears. When the camera then returned to a damp-eyed Winfrey, she said, "I'm crying 'cause these are all my Harpo family so, and we all loved the book so much."
But a six-week investigation by The Smoking Gun reveals that there may be a lot less to love about Frey's runaway hit, which has sold more than 3.5 million copies and, thanks to Winfrey, has sat atop The New York Times nonfiction paperback best seller list for the past 15 weeks. Next to the latest Harry Potter title, Nielsen BookScan reported Friday, Frey's book sold more copies in the U.S. in 2005--1.77 million--than any other title, with the majority of that total coming after Winfrey's selection.
Police reports, court records, interviews with law enforcement personnel, and other sources have put the lie to many key sections of Frey's book. The 36-year-old author, these documents and interviews show, wholly fabricated or wildly embellished details of his purported criminal career, jail terms, and status as an outlaw "wanted in three states."
In additon to these rap sheet creations, Frey also invented a role for himself in a deadly train accident that cost the lives of two female high school students. In what may be his book's most crass flight from reality, Frey remarkably appropriates and manipulates details of the incident so he can falsely portray himself as the tragedy's third victim. It's a cynical and offensive ploy that has left one of the victims' parents bewildered. "As far as I know, he had nothing to do with the accident," said the mother of one of the dead girls. "I figured he was taking license...he's a writer, you know, they don't tell everything that's factual and true."
Frey appears to have fictionalized his past to propel and sweeten the book's already melodramatic narrative and help convince readers of his malevolence. "I was a bad guy," Frey told Winfrey. "If I was gonna write a book that was true, and I was gonna write a book that was honest, then I was gonna have to write about myself in very, very negative ways." That is repeatedly apparent in his memoir, which announces, "I am an Alcoholic and I am a drug Addict and I am a Criminal." It is an incantation he repeats eight times in the book, always making sure to capitalize the 'c' in Criminal.
But he has demonstrably fabricated key parts of the book, which could--and probably should--cause a discerning reader (and Winfrey has ushered millions of them Frey's way) to wonder what is true in "A Million Little Pieces" and its sequel, "My Friend Leonard."
When TSG confronted him Friday (1/6) afternoon with our findings, Frey refused to address the significant conflicts we discovered between his published accounts and those contained in various police reports. When we suggested that he might owe millions of readers and Winfrey fans an explanation for these discrepancies, Frey, now a publishing powerhouse, replied, "There's nothing at this point can come out of this conversation that, that is good for me."
It was the third time since December 1 that we had spoken with Frey, who told us Friday that our second interview with him, on December 14, had left him so "rattled" that he went out and hired Los Angeles attorney Martin Singer, whose law firm handles litigation matters for A-list stars like Jennifer Aniston, Catherine Zeta-Jones, and Britney Spears. While saying that he had initially asked his counsel not to send us a pre-publication legal letter, Frey apparently relented late Friday night. That's when Singer e-mailed us a five-page letter threatening a lawsuit (and the prospect of millions in damages) if we published a story stating that Frey was "a liar and/or that he fabricated or falsified background as reflected in 'A Million Little Pieces.'"
On Saturday evening, Frey published on his web site an e-mail we sent him earlier in the day requesting a final interview. That TSG letter also detailed many topics we discussed with him in our first two interviews, both of which were off the record. We consider this preemptive strike on Frey's part as a waiver of confidentiality and, as such, this story will include some of his remarks during those sessions, which totaled about 90 minutes. Frey explained that he was posting our letter to inform his fans of the "latest attempt to discredit me...So let the haters hate, let the doubters doubt, I stand by my book, and my life, and I won't dignify this bullshit with any sort of further response."
This was, Frey wrote, "an effort to be consistent with my policy of openness and transparency." Strangely, this policy seemed to have lapsed in recent weeks when Frey, in interviews with TSG, repeatedly refused to talk on the record about various matters, declined our request to review "court" and "criminal" records he has said he possesses, and continued to peddle book tales directly contradicted by various law enforcement records and officials.
But during these interviews, Frey did, for the first time, admit that he had embellished central details of his criminal career and purported incarceration for "obvious dramatic reasons" in the nonfiction work. He also admitted to taking steps, around the time "A Million Little Pieces" was published in hardcover in 2003, to legally expunge court records related to the seemingly most egregious criminal activity of his lifetime. That episode--a violent, crack-fueled confrontation with Ohio cops that resulted in a passel of serious felony charges--is a crucial moment in "A Million Little Pieces," serving as a narrative maypole around which many other key dramatic scenes revolve and depend upon for their suspense and conflict. Frey has repeatedly asserted in press interviews that the book is "all true" and he told Winfrey, "I think I wrote about the events in the book truly and honestly and accurately."
The author told us that he had the court records purged in a bid to "erect walls around myself." Referring to our inquiries about his past criminal career, Frey noted, "I wanted to put up walls as much as I possibly could, frankly, to avoid situations like this." The walls, he added, served to "keep people away from me and to keep people away from my private business." So much for the openness and transparency.
So why would a man who spends 430 pages chronicling every grimy and repulsive detail of his formerly debased life (and then goes on to talk about it nonstop for 2-1/2 years in interviews with everybody from bloggers to Oprah herself) need to wall off the details of a decade-old arrest? When you spend paragraphs describing the viscosity of your own vomit, your sexual failings, and the nightmare of shitting blood daily, who knew bashfulness was still possible, especially from a guy who wears the tattooed acronym FTBSITTTD (F@#k The Bulls%!t It's Time To Throw Down).
We discovered the answer to that question in the basement of an Ohio police headquarters, where Frey & Co. failed to expunge the single remaining document that provides a contemporaneous account of his watershed felonious spree.
Since the book's 2003 publication (the $14.95 paperback was issued last summer by Anchor Books), Frey has defended "A Million Little Pieces" against critic claims that parts of the book rang untrue. In a New York Times review, Janet Maslin mocked the author--a former alcoholic who has rejected the precepts of Alcoholics Anonymous--for instead hewing to a cynical "memoirist's Twelve Step program." A few journalists have openly questioned the truthfulness of some book passages, especially segments dealing with Frey undergoing brutal root-canal surgery without the aid of anesthesia and an airplane trip during which an incapacitated Frey is bleeding, has a hole in his cheek, and is wearing clothes covered with "a colorful mixture of spit, snot, urine, vomit and blood." And then there's the time in Paris (he's supposedly fled to Europe after jumping bail in Ohio) when, on his way to commit suicide by throwing himself into the Seine, Frey stops into a church to have a good cry. There, a "Priest," while pretending to listen to Frey's description of his wrecked life, makes a lunge for Frey's crotch. "You must not resist God's will, my Son," says the priest. A vicious beatdown ensues, with Frey possibly killing the grasping cleric, whom the author kicked in the balls 15 times. Mon dieu!
Frey told Cleveland's Plain Dealer in a May 2003 interview that the book was straight nonfiction, claiming that his publisher, Doubleday, "contacted the people I wrote about in the book. All the events depicted in the book checked out as factually accurate. I changed people's names. I do believe in the anonymity part of AA. The only things I changed were aspects of people that might reveal their identity. Otherwise, it's all true." However, the book, which has been printed scores of times worldwide, has never carried a disclaimer acknowledging those name changes (or any other fictionalization). Frey told us that his publisher "felt comfortable running it" without a disclaimer and that he "didn't ask or not ask" for one. "I didn't frankly even think about it."
In subsequent book store appearances (Frey can draw 1000+ fans and celebrity worshipers like Lindsay Lohan) and interviews, he has repeated the claim that "A Million Little Pieces" is truthful. And he has never shied away from discussing his criminal past.
In a recent "Meet The Writers" interview for Barnes & Noble's web site (which you can listen to here), Frey was asked about his history of incarceration. "I was in jail a bunch of times," he answered, "The last time I was in for about three months." When asked if books offered a bit of solace behind bars, Frey replied, "Yeah, I mean there's nothing to do there. You can go out to the yard and walk around or shoot hoops or lift weights. I didn't really want to do anything, so I spent most of my time reading books." Frey added that during that last three-month stretch he knocked off "Don Quixote," "War and Peace," and "The Brothers Karamazov." He also sampled some Proust, but found it too boring. "When you have literally hours and hours and hours a day to do nothing because you're locked in a cell, I found that the best way to pass time was to pick up books."
In a July 2005 interview, Frey recalled reading some of those classics to a fellow inmate, an illiterate accused double murderer nicknamed Porterhouse. "We got to enjoy the books at the same time, which was cool," Frey said. The author's Ohio jailhouse interactions with Porterhouse kick off the best-selling "My Friend Leonard," (currently #9 on the Times nonfiction list, also thanks to Winfrey). The first memoir ends with Frey leaving Minnesota's Hazelden rehab clinic, and "My Friend Leonard" picks up, months later, with him on the 87th day of a three-month jail term.
In an interview with blogger Claire Zulkey, Frey compared those two stints: "Jail is really fucking boring, and occasionally, really fucking scary. It is about doing time and getting it over with and staying out of trouble. Rehab is about fixing and changing your life. It, however, can also be boring and scary."
When recalling criminal activities, looming prison sentences, and jailhouse rituals, Frey writes with a swaggering machismo and bravado that absolutely crackles. Which is truly impressive considering that, as TSG discovered, he made much of it up. The closest Frey has ever come to a jail cell was the few unshackled hours he once spent in a small Ohio police headquarters waiting for a buddy to post $733 cash bond.
Winfrey's pick of "A Million Little Pieces" was unexpected since it overflows with vulgar and graphic language. It marked her abrupt and bracing return to the selection of contemporary authors after more than three years of choosing classics (and propelling those titles, often for months at a time, to the top of bestseller lists nationwide). Prior to tabbing Frey's book, Winfrey's other 2005 book club choices were three William Faulkner novels. Winfrey had selected books by John Steinbeck, Pearl Buck, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Leo Tolstoy, and Carson McCullers in the two prior years.
The coronation of "A Million Little Pieces" came in September, when Winfrey told a Chicago studio audience (which included Frey's mother Lynne) that she had chosen a book that she "couldn't put down...a gut-wrenching memoir that is raw and it's so real..." She would later say that, "After turning the last page...You want to meet the man who lived to tell this tale."
During the October show, which featured Frey as its only guest, Winfrey discussed details of that tale. He was, she said, "the child you pray you never have to raise," a raging, drug-abusing teenager who had been arrested 11 times by age 19. In college, he drank to excess, took meth, freebased cocaine, huffed glue and nitrous oxide, smoked PCP, ate mushrooms, and was "under investigation by police." By the time he checked into Hazelden in late-1993, Frey, then 23, was "wanted in three states," added Winfrey. Though Frey's book does not name the Minnesota clinic in which he stayed, the author has subsequently identified Hazelden as that rehab facility.
By that point, he had added three more arrests to his rap sheet (which now totaled 14 busts), including his multiple-felony bust for that melee with Ohio cops, a confrontation that started when Frey struck a foot patrolman with his car, according to the book. That episode serves as a crucial and transitional moment in "A Million Little Pieces."
"I know that, like many of us who have read this book, I kept turning to the back of the book to remind myself, 'He's alive. He's okay," Winfrey said. In essence, that is part of the book's narrative power and a primary marketing tool. All this terrible stuff actually happened to a guy named James Frey, a former degenerate who survived drug and alcohol addiction, escaped his criminal past, and somehow avoided a relapse in the decade-plus since leaving Hazelden. When Doubleday sent the book's galleys out to reviewers, editor Sean McDonald wrote a letter touting Frey's "fearless candor," while a publicity manager hailed his "unprecedented honesty."
Of course, if "A Million Little Pieces" was fictional, just some overheated stories of woe, heartache, and debauchery cooked up by a wannabe author, it probably would not get published. As it was, Frey's original manuscript was rejected by 17 publishers before being accepted by industry titan Nan Talese, who runs a respected boutique imprint at Doubleday (Talese reportedly paid Frey a $50,000 advance). According to a February 2003 New York Observer story by Joe Hagan, Frey originally tried to sell the book as a fictional work, but the Talese imprint "declined to publish it as such." A retooled manuscript, presumably with all the fake stuff excised, was published in April 2003 amid a major publicity campaign.
Frey told Winfrey that he wrote "A Million Little Pieces" with the assistance of "like 400 pages" of very detailed Hazelden records, documents that he told her included "legal records." In a promotional CD prepared by Doubleday, Frey reported gathering "all of my records: medical, psychological, financial, criminal, and otherwise" that were kept during his treatment center stay. Declining a TSG request to examine those documents, Frey said, "Once I start providing records for people it never ends for me...I feel like I provided the records to the people who were appropriate, who needed to see them." He added that he turned down The New York Times when the newspaper sought to review the material, though he showed Hazelden records to Winfrey staff members.
Oprah must be pissed!!!!
Mine is a fictionalized but true story. Heart & Iron--the loves, the wars, the loss, the wins.
God, her show is tiresome. Too many teary, hyper-emotional, self-pitying women for me.
I personally never even looked at this book - didn't seem like the sort of thing I'm interested in.
He wrote a book full of hokum, and Americans love hokum.
I went on a trip and a guy played a tape from an AA convention by a guy who made all these wild accusations about his life. He thought we would be amazed at his turn around but to a man, we all said "That was a bunch of BS. He never did that stuff".
Women are soaking it up like a kitten drinking milk. I'm reading this stuff and thinking "This guy is a BS artist". No wonder women loved Clinton so much. They can't smell BS.
Another sad and pathetic attack on God and the Church. I wonder how many people have been hurt by this bit of fiction masquerading as fact? - that they too can get rid of addictions like alcoholism without the benefit of a program of AA - which, of course, relies on God...
Oh, women can smell BS, all right. When it's another woman slinging it, that is. And men can smell BS when it's coming from another guy, but not when it's a woman doing it.
Fake but true.
BTW, women are the biggest sector of book buyers.
I always wonder what we can learn from these criminal confessions. I knew a guy who went around talking about his druggie past, got booked in all the schools. How about someone who went through life sober and out of jail?
A criminal is going to manipulate his story. I am surprised that anyone is surprised.
How many women out there are saying, "Damn, I fell for a drunk's bulls#!t story......AGAIN!"?
I admire Oprah very much. The book was gruesome. If it was fiction rather than autobiography, what's the big deal?
Wake me up when Oprah uses Atlas Shrugged for her book club. ;o)
Fake but accurate is OK with you, then?
Liberal women are SOOOOOOOO easy to con...............
I'm happy to say I never saw her show and don't plan on changing that.
You MUST not generalize, MEN cannot smell BS when it comes from a pretty woman either!! How many times have my sisters told me to dump a girlfriend that I thought they would love, and they were always right. It takes a man to sniff out a no good lying male, it takes a woman to find the bee a tch. Which is why Hillary will have a heckuva time running for President.
You beat me to the punch. Absolutely. Makes the world go 'round.
Fake but accurate?
The guy submitted it to 17 publishers as a work of fiction and it was rejected 17 times. When he sold the book as a memoir suddenly it was a hit. He lied about himself, he demeaned the efforts of millions of people in recovery and for that he deserves a good ass kicking.
Oh, they can smell BS. But, they love hype, gossip, and BS if it is exciting, stimulating. They love 'stories'. They love men that tell 'stories'. The bigger the better.
They know, they just don't care. Because the truth is boring.
I did a search on this and it didn't come up.
Just so you know there are women who can smell BS and I'm one of them. I had Klintoon pegged from the very first time I saw him and STILL can't stand to look at him.
Simple explanation...He musta gone to the New York Times School of book writing like Duranty and Blair....
Some people are so gulible. So very gulible. They believe anything and especially if they are encouraged by a celebrity.
Also known as New York Times journalists.
Thats an interesting observation. While I dont care for Hillary, I dont hate her, not at all. My wife, on the other hand, who is conservative but not into politics, absolutely LOATHES the woman..
I gave up on Oprah years ago when she became the self-professed guru of workouts, home decorating, cooking, fashion, psychology, gynecology, zen, Hollywood, publishing and everything else under the sun. I cannot stand her anymore, she just grates on my nerves.
I read what I decide to read, Oprah can't tell me or convince me to read what she reads. I refuse to become brainwashed into thinking Oprah is all that.
Well I read the whole stupid article and I don't see any proof or smoking gun. Where are the obvious, glaring lies promised by the headline? The authors proved nothing, much as I'd like to see Oprah look foolish.
LOL...and these are the women who vote DEMOCRAT/SOCIALIST....they BELIEVE EVERYTHING they hear or read.
So, besides all those women you mention, it looks like my son is one too. He's a high school senior, football captain, big man on campus type, and he read this book. He's a little too fond of the drink, imo, so I was thrilled when he read this. He stumbled upon it when he had to do a book report and some girl in his class literally threw it at him right before class started. He was completely absorbed by the story and it became much more than an assignment because it was a "true" story. Last night he was just as absorbed in the fact that Frey seems to have made it all up. I'm furious. I have seen for myself the way this book got my son and his "crew" thinking about their partying - and they're the "good kids"...wonder what they'll think now.
I think the real con is Oprah.
Why some Americans are drawn to these pagan New Age gurus is beyond me.
If you have other children, you almost certainly should not take a chance on introducing a meth addict into their lives.
Anybody who believes the stories of an addict who does not accept the principles of AA has only himself to blame. Frankly I cannot see what all the fuss is about with this guy, even if all the stories were true. But they are obviously self-aggrandizing bullsh!t. How anybody could read five pages and not figure that out is beyond my understanding.
Uh....Dr. Phil is a "con artist" from what I understand....
Put my wife in the same group. She knew Clinton was a liar before FR was a gleem in Jim Robisnson's eye. She'll catch me too, if I try to BS.
Hopefully they will still recognize that alcohol and drugs can be very dangerous. And that people who abuse them are not perfect people. The story Frey tells is still tame compared to what I have heard at some AA meetings.
Also, I cannot understand why Oprah always picks such depressing books. Ugh!
Ah, but that clever cookie will end up turning this to her advantage, just wait and see.
I'm proud to say I've NEVER watched an Oprah show.
"depressing books"......have you noticed that these are the books that USUALLY win all the awards? I guess it makes the people who give the awards "feel" so glad there lives are better! That's all I can figure out.