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July 23, 2004

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lestie

I personally enjoyed the book.
Although was slightly dissapointed when hearing it wasn't all true.The reason i enjoyed the book so much,was due to the honesty,strength,hardship and courage it showed.I'll look faward to the next book that James may release.

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Celeste

melissa hepler

I loved the book.Reading it got me through a rough time in my life.I am a recoving addict myself.I found myself in jail because of choices I made and I found myself reading it and helping me get through.I am getting over a co-depent relationship that was filled with drugs,lies and bad choices.My ex is presently in a rehab somewhere in northern new jersey and now that I am clean I can only hope he has the opptunity to read A million little pieces.As a recovering addict,I think we all find alittle piece of our selves in James book.I am currently reading My friend Lenord.
So, good job James,you have touched me.

Anna

This piece of shit novel should never have been published.
Let me call attention to this bit:
"A place i dont talk about or acknowledge exists. A place where there is only me. A place that I hate. I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember. Alone with my Family, alone with my friends, alone in a Room full of People. ETC ETC ETC for about another whole fucking page.
As far as I can see, the only thing he manages to communicate is that he feels alone. This author is a fuckhead. Okay, os obv he went through some bad times,okay, good for you, but why go and write THE SHITTIEST BOOK EVER WRITTTEN, the most pretentious, try hard, fake, self-pitying, maudlin PRETENTIOUS, pretentious piece of crap book? why write it, james frey? WHY?
its like, hes just written a bunch of inane sentences, going over and over and over and over the same point, and as he only knows about 4 adjectives, he's tries desperately to make it interesting by just taking out all the punctuation and repeating himself ENDLESSLY, and bizarrely capitalising random words whenever he feels that he's not being interesting enough. this book is RIDICULOUSLY BAD!!! for fucks sake. its paint by numbers man, its fucking stupid.
okay, so good for you if it gives you hope or whatever, but as an actual piece of literature its in the same catagory as those ubiquitous, generic "tragic life story" books. there is nothing of literary value in this. there is NO innovative use of language (not only has it been done before, it's been done before in an infinately more geniune and inspired way), there is no beauty in the book whatsoever. there is NO insight. all there is is ENDLESS self-pity and ridiculous swathes of repetitive moronic whinging page after page. it did not suprise me to learn that the majority of the events in this book were made up; i would also suggest that the narcisisstic self-exploratory "insights" into his mind are all made up too. where anyone else would feel a bit lonely, james frey spends 3 pages explaining that he is TRULY ALOONE, OH GOD, WHY AM I SO ALONE, IM ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM!! sob, sob, sob, i'm a teenaged girl crying black tears that burn my innocent skin falling into a bathtub full of crimson tears etc etc etc.
FUCK THIS BOOK I HATE IT SO MUCH

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