A few years ago I was enthralled by the movie A Beautiful Mind, which was promoted as the true story of John Nash, a Nobel Prize winning mathematician who suffered from severe mental illness. I loved the movie until I discovered that the film’s most fascinating parts were pure fiction.
I felt duped and was outraged and I wrote a commentary denouncing the fraud.
The dominant reaction was that I was naive to expect any movie-maker to feel constrained by the truth no matter how the film was labeled. Obviously, my view on the importance of truth was out of sync with common expectations.
This week I received a double-barreled assault on my sensibilities. Two different memoirs were exposed as complete fabrications.
One was a bestselling book in Europe that was about to be published in the U.S. It told of a young Jewish girl who trekked across Europe on foot during World War II searching for her parents while eluding the Nazis.
The other outed memoir purports to be the true life story of a half-white, half-Native American girl who grew up as a foster child among gang-bangers in South Los Angeles.
Some people find these hoaxes more amusing than upsetting. They seem shocked that anyone would be surprised or troubled to discover that books calling themselves nonfiction would be replete with made-up facts and outright fabrications.
Others, like me, are deeply disturbed, not merely at the conscienceless audacity of the lying authors, but by the fact that publishers made no serious effort to verify the authenticity of even the most fundamental biographical facts.
What do you think? Please post a comment and let me know.
This is Michael Josephson reminding you that character counts.
More: Below are some additional remarks about memoirs that I couldn't fit into the original commentary.
The term memoir comes from the French word memoire, which means memory. Thus a memoir is supposed to be composed of real and actual memories, an honest personal account of life experiences. Many memoirs are written by famous people, but I think some of the best ones are written by people no one had heard of. (Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes is one of my favorites.)
What makes their stories publishable is that they give first-hand descriptions of unusually dramatic or interesting events or people.
The truth of memoirs became a major issue in 2005. Author James Frey sold nearly 4 million copies of A Million Little Pieces, a compelling memoir of his brutal life of drugs and crime. Passages about his struggles to overcome drug addiction were so vivid that they brought Oprah Winfrey to tears and she urged her audience to buy the book. In January of 2006 we learned that Frey had initially submitted the manuscript as a novel. After it was rejected by many publishers, he re-worked the book into a memoir. In the book, Frey boldly but falsely claims he is a drug addict, an alcoholic and a criminal. Oprah was mortified and she brought Frey back to her show to tell him so in front of her national audience of millions. The fact that Frey had made a fortune before the discovery surely made the burden of public humiliation easier to bear.
Misha: A Memoire of the Holocaust Years — a bestseller in Europe, translated into 18 languages, and the basis for a hit French movie — tells the story of a little Belgian Jewish girl who walked on foot throughout Europe during the Holocaust years trying to find her parents and avoid being captured. She did so by hiding with packs of friendly wolves. The book was about to be published in the U.S., but a lawsuit led to an investigation of the book’s underlying claims. Misha Defonseca was exposed as a fraud. She wasn’t even Jewish.
In late February 2008 Love and Consequences was published. This critically acclaimed memoir presents the personal recollections of Margaret Jones, a half-white, half-Native American girl who grew up in South Los Angeles as a foster child among gang-bangers and spent her youth running drugs. Margaret Jones turned out to be Margaret Seltzer, an all-white Valley Girl who graduated from a private Episcopal day school. All the stuff about gangs and her troubled youth were lies.
The stories were so well written, and the events described so unusual, that these books read like novels. But what made them so deeply interesting is that they were true. Readers were amazed — these things really happened! Except they didn’t.