The man who made Oprah cry

In October, Oprah added her Book Club stamp of approval to the memior about addiction, A Million Little Piece by James Frey. When Frey was brought onto her show, Oprah, tears and everything, said how amazing his book was and how much she loved it. Roughly translated that means "cha-ching, cha-ching, James Frey, you lucky bastard." Now, Oprah's book club, and memiors (especially about seeing the light after drug addicion) are usually two things not worth mentioning, or even really thinking about.

But aha!

James Frey recently has been exposed as more of a ficiton writer than a memoir one. (http://www.thesmokinggun.com/jamesfrey/0104061jamesfrey1.html) Publishers don't fact-check memoirs, so Frey got away with making up a complete spectrum of glorious crap about beating up police officers and suicidal friends.

Anyone who thought Oprah was going to put up with that shit was dead wrong. Dead wrong. She had him on the show Thursday and put him on a couch for and hour to watch him squirm. After interrogating him for the entire show, saying things like “You betrayed millions of readers," she ends by saying:

"I appreciate you being here. It is a difficult time and I hope you were joking about there being a gun backstage—not worth that."



Dead meat.