Seriously?

Ok, so this whole thing about memoirs being fake...it's a little silly. Especially some of the stories in the titles. I mean, who in their right mind really believed that a little Jewish girl *escaped* a concentration camp, only to *travel through Europe* while *living with wolves*...
I dunno about you, but I see a few things wrong with this story. Seriously: LIVING WITH WOLVES??? I know Jews are the chosen people and all that, but get a grip! So now the author, Misha Defonseca (yup, a good Jewish name...or not) has been found out. Thing is, if the book was so convincing that nobody knew it was fake, then that still makes it a great book, albeit a great fictional book. Change the genre, move to a different shelf, and voila, you have a bestseller! No big, right?

The other good one is a memoir about a half-white/half-Native American who grew up in foster homes in South Central LA, was a drug runner for the Bloods, and went to U or Oregon. So the word gets out that she's a big fat fraud. How much of the story is true? Ummm...all white chick went to private Episcopal school in Sherman Oaks (wealthy enclave east of LA)...she didn't even go to U of Oregon. Geez, girl. If you're gonna lie, at least make it good. Say you went to Cal, or Stanford, or even Vassar. What's this U of Oregon crap? Oh, and the best part? Her *sister* was the one to narc her out to the publisher. Yeah, Thanksgiving will be a little awkward this year in that household...

So here's a lesson kids: unless it's TRUE, then it's FICTION. Just because it happened in your head doesn't mean that it happened in the real world. And if you don't know the difference, I have the number to a great little resort for you to visit, where you can sit all day, relaxing in a room with padded walls.