James Frey probably figures the worst has already happened. Having to appear on The Oprah Winfrey Show to take a beating is hard. That’s a lot of people snickering and pointing. Especially after you’ve preened on the self-same sofa before Her Majesty, basking in, perhaps, undeserved praise for baring a soul that was a figment of your imagination. Still, that which does not kill you…
A MILLION LITTLE PIECES has established a new popularity as a tainted nic-nack, like a handkerchief used stiff by Clyde Barrow. According to the New York Sun, it remains one of the most frequently borrowed library books. But Clyde’s, I mean Frey’s, coin is still legal tender in the art world, and it’s his circle of artists and art-promoters who’ll have his back to launch his new novel, BRIGHT SHINY MORNING.
I was a little surprised not to see ‘a novel’ in blinking neon above the byline on the new cover, but apparently, Harper Collins found it cost-prohibitive. Notoriety, however, is its own money press. The book, a catch-all chronicle of present-day Los Angeles, goes on sale May 1st. For flourish, there’s a companion art volume by notable book and art dealer, Johhn McWhinnie, selling for $150, and a signed, racy special-edition set looking to take in $30,000 to $50,000 from some daffy collector. Apparently, it’s good to be naughty.
The book’s promotional circus will avoid dry bookstore signings and we’re pretty sure Oprah won’t be gold-starring it. Instead, look for events at rock venues in New York, L.A., and San Fransisco, complete with local heavy-metal bands and Hell’s Angels on hand to provide security. I’m serious. Look, if I was going to make something up, why would it be that? See?
I just have to hope it brings the goods. Mavericks are fun. They make history. And far be it from me not to stick my tongue in my cheek and chuckle along with the rest. But only if it’s worth it.
Here’s hoping.