I’m saddened, but I can’t say I’m completely surprised by the revelation that James Frey’s book “A Million Little Pieces” may not be completely truthful. The details are so vivid they’re shocking. That’s the problem–the details are a little too specific.
The story starts with a severely injured Frey–he has a hole in his cheek–on a plane and having no idea how he got there. Yet, a few chapters in, when he goes to the dentist to have his mouth and teeth repaired, he remembers very specific details of the procedure. I can barely remember my last root canal, and the only thing I’m on is caffeine.
Some people have a photographic memory, others brilliant imaginations. While the story could offer those going through addiction hope and guidance, it could also cause greater harm by playing with their emotions.
