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Mad Art and Reality Hunger

The Mad Artist looks at drug memoirs, real and fake, in the light of reading David Shields' excellent book 'Reality Hunger'.

It’s always heartening to discover another writer who, perhaps by taking a very different path, has nonetheless arrived at a very similar creative place to oneself. This happened when I saw David Shields being interviewed on a BBC arts programme about his book 'Reality Hunger' and the broader implications of the concept... As a drug memoirist, I had a special interest because I knew from the interview that this is an area Shields touches upon, and to my mind drug writing is an important component in the spectrum of this push toward ‘reality’. Indeed he mentions the Vedas--citing them as the earliest examples of written storytelling--and also De Quincey, Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson before getting stuck into James Frey and his infamous tome 'A Million Little Pieces'. Here is one of the finest examples of an ideological clash between ‘reality’ and ‘fiction’ in a contemporary book. Telling the story of a hopeless, burnt-out, twenty-three-year-old drug addict, who mends himself in a rehab centre, Frey firstly wrote the book as a novel, and when he had no success at marketing it, he rebranded it as memoir, after which it was outstandingly successful, selling in the millions.
Posted By The Mad Artist at 2011-03-25 11:57:05 permalink | comments
Tags: drug memoirs James Frey Burroughs Shulgin
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The Real Doppelganger. : 2011-03-26 00:12:49
I read A Million Little Pieces. It was total crap. I can see why it was turned down as a fiction by publishers. Full of cliches and insipid dialogue, this boilerplate bilge couldn't make it on it's own merits so the author billed it as a memoir. The key to its success was a cheesy romance similar in style to a Harlequin novel. What paralegal on her lunch break could put down a book where true love can blossom at a rehab?

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