In an age when television and the Internet have put pleasure reading on the back burner, authors should be striving to pull the public back, not encourage it to doubt or question the printed word.
But this week, yet another author has been found out for trying to pass fiction as fact.
A memoir, Love and Consequences, written by Margaret B. Jones was praised by Oprah in an issue of her O Magazine but the author, after being revealed by her sister, has admitted to making up the whole story.
According to msnbc.com, the novel told the story of the author's life as a half-white, half Native American foster child and former drug runner, but the story was actually written by Margaret Seltzer, a white, private school educated writer.
A similar case happened in 2006 when James Fray's memoir A Million Little Pieces gained attention from the national news -- because what was supposed to be truth turned out to be a novel filled with fabrications. Characters, scenes and events that occurred throughout the book came out of Frey's imagination and not the real moments that shaped his life.
The book, which features Frey's drug and alcohol addictions and his time spent in jail, was even featured on the Oprah Winfrey Show where she praised the work that was then at the top of The New York Times nonfiction paperback bestseller list. Frey was later forced to come clean on the very same television program.
Maybe we don't find something that comes from someone's imagination as intriguing if it came from real life, but in fact and fiction, there has to be a medium of honesty. Even when writing something that you have made up, if you don't believe in or agree with it, then it's just a lie on paper.
And it seems, with Seltzer's being the second case in less than two years, that publishers are perhaps not being careful enough with what they allow in the books they publish. However, there is such a thing as trust and publishing companies can only do so much to ensure that the material they print is legitimate.
We all have a tendency to embellish when telling stories, but Frey took it too far and Seltzer embellished things that weren't even true.
One example I can think of in memoirs that is positive is a book I am currently enjoying called What is the What by Dave Eggers. The story is based on the life of Valentino Achak Deng, a refugee from the Sudanese civil of the 80s and 90s. The story is called a "fictionalized memoir," because Deng writes in the prologue that he could not remember everything that had happened in detail to him when he was a child. Some exact memories and conversations had been forgotten, so he told his story to Eggers to write. The book is amazing in both content and the style of Egger's writing, and while parts of it may not be 100 percent true that in now way detracts from the emotion or truth of the events the story is about.
It seems like the pleasure for reading books has taken some hard hits. Another writer who was praised for her work has turned out to be a fake, and last week a cashier at Webster's praise me for actually buying a book for myself and saying I was "one in a minority." (this coming from someone who works at a place that sells books... ) Plus, there's the controversy surrounding Dmitri Nabokov's decision on whether or not to burn a novel that his father, on his death bed, requested his son burn.
Thus, I propose a challenge: this spring break, whether you're spending it be at home, in State College, or traveling to some far off destination -- read. Check out the New York Times bestseller list, ask a friend what their favorite book is or even rediscover one of those books you enjoyed during high school English classes. And, no, looking at your Facebook "newsfeed" does not count.
-- Katie
A Huxtable in Harrisburg