“Top white author admits she made up story of growing up with tough black gangs in LA” screams the headline of this article in the Daily Mail. A friend at the Writers’ News Talkback chatroom posted the link this morning. Having just finished my most recent edit of Silence (all but one last read before letting Tom get his hands on it!), I find myself attempting to describe it in one phrase. I came up with ‘fake autobiography’. Of course, it’s not a real fake, so to speak, because I’m not trying to fool anyone or commit fraud – Silence is a novel and always has been.
I am however, fascinated by the phenomenon of real fakes, when authors or publishers are truly trying to pull the wool over the book-buyers’ eyes, as with J.T. Leroy and James Frey (though this isn’t fake, more like exaggerated). It does make me wonder about the public attitude to books and the nature of truth. Does a memoir have a greater impact than a novel, simply because it is ‘true’? Does a novel contain less truth about the world simply because it is fiction? Truth is a subjective experience anyway, and if my sister were to write a memoir of our childhood I’m sure it would be very different to my own.
I recently heard an interview with Alice Seabold, author of Lucky and The Lovely Bones, both of which I’ve read. She said that Lucky (which is a memoir of the time she was raped in college) was written as a part of the process of writing The Lovely Bones (which is a novel narrated by the ghost of a murdered girl). She wrote the memoir to avoid putting too much of herself into the novel, to get the story out of her system, but not intending to publish it. Her publisher then recommended that the two books were published in synchrony. I find the style very different in the two books – the memoir being much more like journalism (Seabold is a journalist). I was interested to hear this as I did a similar thing while writing Silence, though don’t intend to publish my half-an-autobiography until I’ve lived a bit longer.
I feel strongly about this worrying trend towards sensational non-fiction in the book market, which is one of the reasons my novel has the theme. Anyway, this is the comment I posted at the Daily Mail site, which made it at 1 character under the maximum (I’m so glad Legend don’t have a restriction on post length):
The market is flooded with ‘misery memoirs’, and being so popular it’s not surprising that there will continue to be books written using the same format. I refer to my own novel as a ‘fake autobiography’ but have always been totally honest about it being fiction. It’s nothing new to write a novel as if it were true, couched in terms of a memoir, letters or diary. The difference with this story is that the author was not honest with the publisher, which meant that the public might feel betrayed if they bought a book that was supposed to be a ‘true story’ which turned out to be fiction. Why not write it as a novel? Did she assume that it wouldn’t sell? Did she already try to get it published as a novel and was rejected? As usual with news, we only know what we’re told about this. The cynical part of me wonders if the publisher did know that it was fiction, and this was planned as a publicity stunt. Would a first novel have had this level of coverage if there wasn’t a ‘scandal’ involved?
As usual I grab every opportunity to plug my book, but thought better of putting the title in my comment, as I was criticising publicity stunts!
Josie


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