My friend Allison directed me to this essay on fiction in The New York Times by Julia Glass who wrote Three Junes.

Lawyers are ubiquitous, right? Not so in Frey’s case. (I know, I know, I’m still writing about this. Forgive me!) It seems everyone wants to place blame on Sean McDonald or Nan Talese or James Frey. And while all of them are somewhat to blame, I suppose, the publishing house’s in-house lawyer should be the one focused on, don’t you think?

What about the laywer?? Prior to Pen on Fire being published, I had a long talk with Harcourt’s lawyer. My book was being vetted–a writing book!

Didn’t Frey’s book go through a thorough vetting? So easy to place blame after the fact, isn’t it?

Frey’s editor wouldn’t have been the one to ask all those questions. This is what lawyer’s do–they ask those legal questions. Or should.

Just my humble three cents.

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I keep going back to that Eleanor Roosevelt quote I like so well–one of my favorite quotes, really.

She said, “The reason fiction is more interesting than any other form of literature to those of us who really like to study people is that, in fiction, the author can tell the whole truth without hurting anyone–or humiliating himself–too much.”

I don’t get that memoir or nonfiction sells better than fiction. I read fiction for the essential truth. We all know that a lot of fiction writers embellish what happened with made up stuff. That’s the fun of it. And certainly we know that memoirs–and not just Big Jim’s–are replete with made up stuff. That’s not so fun.

What about Hemingway’s best book (in my opinion), A Moveable Feast, or Kerouac’s On the Road? Are they fiction? Are they nonfiction? Who cares!

Mostly I care about the quality of writing and whether it moves me in some way–mostly whether it moves me to keep reading.

Right now I’m listening to Jennifer Weiner’s Good in Bed, which, by the way, is not what it seems. I really wish she had given this first book of hers a different title. So I’m lying down at my acupuncturist’s this morning listening to it on CD and he comes in to check the needles and he asks what I’m listening to. I couldn’t say, “Oh, it’s Good in Bed. It sounds like some sort of porno dealybob. So I say, “Oh, it’s a book by Jennifer Weiner. Her movie, In Her Shoes, just came out on DVD,” as if this has anything to do with what I’m listening to.

Anyway, getting back to my point–I think I had a point…. Oh! Yes! It is that so much of Weiner’s book seems autobiographical–the main character is an overweight woman, she’s a writer in college and afterward–and I think, This must be from Weiner’s life. But so much else obviously is made up, and I like that about the book, and about fiction–that you can embellish what did happen with what didn’t.

This is what I love about writing fiction, too: I can tell the truth in fiction in ways I could never do in nonfiction.

I think I’m feeling a little sorry for Frey about now. He obviously had a story that entranced so very many. Would they have been less involved if he’d sold it as fiction? Wouldn’t it be nice to drop categories and focus more on good stories, good writing?

Quick! If you had to name five must-read novels, what would they be? What comes to mind immediately?

One of my Gotham students asked me to name just five. Impossible! But I tried.

I said:

Underworld by Don DeLillo

Henderson the Rain King by Saul Bellow

Good Grief by Lolly Winston

Little Earthquakes by Jennifer Weiner

Then I said, Light on Snow by Anita Shreve comes before Good Grief

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (Then I think I changed it to Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy)

And now I can think of dozens more that are favorites.

So, name the first five favorite books that come to mind.

Frey’s agent goes on record in Publishers Weekly.com.