Big Hurts
Two items of questionable relation require discussion. One, Frank Thomas is wearing the green and gold of the best ball team north of Salinas. I am excited and nervous. If he bats, Chavy gets pitches to yard and becomes MVP. This makes me happy. I don't know why.
Another Chicagoan is in the news, one Ms. Oprah, who laid down the hammer on the poor hairline of one James Frey yesterday, calling him a liar to his fatty fatman face. Big Jim looked like a Tiny Peter in the exchange, and his two book deal with a new house (1 book to be a 'novel') is in jeopardy. I still don't know if this 'hurts' him. He is selling like mad and keeps all his millions. He will be shit on in all further reviews of his work, which is simply the fawning PC lunatic Wiegand-esque critics (term used loosely) doing their retributive duty. I have sympathy for Frey right now. I don't know why.
3 comments:
i had a beer, and my sympathy for frey evaporated. alcohol: the leveler...
both of those conclusions are good ones, IMHO
the Oprah thing was horseshit. That was her protecting her brand. Further, someone whose entire existance is based not on truth, but emotions, new age cliches and touchy-feely-ness is in no position to complain when someone trumps her and manipulates her own feelings for a buck. James Frey made a mistake, but it was simply by calling his book an autobiography and not fiction. It was wrong, but who got hurt? Ans: Oprah's credibility, that's all.
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