Maureen Ryan blogs at the Chicago Tribune:
By now, we all know that James Frey has been treated for drug and alcohol addictions.
That’s seems to be the one aspect of his “memoir,” “A Million Little Pieces,” that has not been disputed.
But what’s Frey going to do about his addiction to lying?
..."I still think it’s a memoir,” he whined at one point (and let’s face it, this big guy with the tough guy/hard case reputation came off on Thursday’s “Oprah” like Eddie Haskell put on the spot by the Beaver’s mom).
Really? It’s still a memoir? Well, that would require defining “memoir” as “thing I made up to make boatloads of cash.” If that’s the definition of the genre, I’m going to have to take a break from blogging to pen my memoirs about the career I had as a cross-dressing pirate before becoming the queen of Romania...
Frankly, Frey didn't give the impression of a man hooked on Step 4 of the Twelve Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous, which directs those who wish to conquer their addictions to make "a searching and fearless moral inventory" of themselves.