A Million Little Pieces
James Frey is crazy. His A MILLION LITTLE PIECES has been quite the talk of the nation lately, that is, if you consider the OPRAH show the nation, which, coincidentally, many people do. Okay, lots of commas there, so in homage to James, maybe I'll write the rest of this post as if it were part of his book. Ready?
Spoilers ahead: okay so i read the book because i saw it in the store
and figured it would be fun to read. it was on the Best Seller List
at the Times and was sponsored by oprah so why not read it the book
the greatest book in the world right? Turns out well it was already
the fact but maybe it was just the first time the very first instance
that I (me -- a common man) would have the chance the opportunity the
option to decide for myself if it was in fact the greatest book in
the world. OK so I read it and the beginning maybe the first third
or one quarter of the book was good and exciting. I was interested to
read something so new so fresh and really so old-fashioned in style
like a diary like those exercises in writing class where you write
stream of consciousness. OK so that was fine and his characters were
fine and all.
And then there was that night he appeared on LARRY KING. And She
called in- her the Queen Her Majesty of Talk - Oprah. I read no i
heard about it the next day and still I continued to read the book
but maybe this was the cause for Me to think, Oh! i don't really like
this middle section. but then I fell in love with the way He wrote
about the end of the book the memoir as he called it the love affair
with the beautiful lilly. And then I finished it and read about
Lilly and her suicide on the final pages and almost cried myself to
sleep.
I almost cried myself to sleep.
Cry.
Think.
Wish.
Wonder.
And then i woke up and went to work and caught a few minutes of
television the Oprah show the nation as some people feel it to be.
And He was there James the Man who wrote the Book who caught Me by
surprise and She was lambasting him.
Attacking Him the Writer. Bashing. Killing. Punching. Finishing.
But it was fine because I had already finished the book and was
beginning the other one my new book my the Man in the White Suit. So
there.