A Remembrance of Memoirs Past
At first, I was a bit apathetic about the Oprah Winfrey/James Frey debate. But as time passes, and Frey becomes more and more demonized, I find myself with a bit more to say about the ordeal.
My apathy came as a byproduct of the simple fact that regardless of what happens to James Frey, he will be rich from this process. It is a bit callous, I admit. Nonetheless, it is true. It is reminiscent of a story about some publisher calling some author to report that some education district had banned his books from being taught in their schools. The author’s immediate response was celebration: the monetary rewards that such a honor will bring would be beyond his wildest expectations. Frey would undoubtedly suffer the same fate.
And then came the rest of the story . . . .
Frey’s story of substance abuse has been widely disputed, with the author acknowledging that he had embellished parts of the book, as reported by the investigative Web site, The Smoking Gun. Frey and Winfrey have defended “A Million Little Pieces,” saying any factual problems were transcended by the book’s emotional power.
It actually sounded, at first, that Oprah was going to defend Frey–that they had somehow come to an agreement. That it was a book, and that a natural amount of embellishment happens in even the most factual retelling of a story–our famed newspapers included.
That embellishment is a problem of language itself. As soon as you choose to put an idea into words, you have to select a word to express it, and the subtle meaning of language is shifted depending upon the very word that you chose. (This is a much bigger discussion that doesn’t fit here, but you get the idea.)
Then came the second interview . . . .
Apparently, she was a bit less forgiving in this one. In fact, Oprah calls him a liar, and in essence, publicly flogs him on her show. Was Oprah doing this to salvage her reputation, or was this retribution for Frey’s lies, or is there something else? Regardless of her motivation, Oprah has gone above and beyond–the punishment does not fit his crimes.
There are others who agree. In the article, “Oprah’s revenge,” by Hillary Frey, she gives an in-depth account of the show.
The disheartening part is that the verbal flogging of James Frey was still not enough for Oprah. She apparently blamed the publishers of his book, and demanded accountability from the Editors involved with Frey’s project.
This is a dangerous position–and Oprah should tread lightly here. If the very authors and publishing houses who produce the texts that make her Oprah’s Book Club possible have to subject themselves to the public scrutiny each time they agree to be part of her “recommendations,” they may be a bit more hesitant to agree to her endorsement.
We are overlooking something basic, however.
The biggest problem that I have with this whole debacle, however is something a bit more basic and a bit more problematic. The genre of “memoirs” has been around for quite some time. The genre, itself, does not place requirements upon narrative style, length, and it certainly does not have requirements upon factuality.
We live in an age where de-bunking lies is almost a past time. Our politics are dominated by lies and debunking them. Our media is dominated by the very activity of unearthing liars and exposing them to the world. And, our President, is the greatest example of all. He maintains thousands of files of personal information about his political opponents. If they choose to do anything that he does not like, he uses the information in those files to attack the credibility of that character. (See http://www.capitolhillblue.com/artman/publish/article_7625.shtml)
What would have happened, however, if we had applied this quest for the truth to some of the great memoirs that have been written? Did anyone comb through Marcel Proust’s “Remembrance of Things Past” to debunk all of the factual inaccuracies of his life? Did the jailer’s come forward to testify about the Marquis de Sade’s actual behavior?
If Oprah’s starts implementing her new literary rules with only the authority that capitalism has invested in her, the entire genre of Memoirs may be have a doomed future.
06 Feb 2006 EWriter 0 comments