I determined that my own story, with its emotionally and sexually abusive mother, and physically abusive, but bullied and mentally ill father, would be easier for readers to connect with if I wrapped it in a fairy tale.
I see few comparisons between Jordan Belfort's autobiography to my memoir, Bust. What Belfort and I do have in common is that we have a story, just like everyone else. The nature of our bad acts just gave us a platform to tell it.
We're obsessed in today's world with facts. Every syllable uttered by people in positions of power is put under a microscope, and we, the general public, love nothing more than to have subterfuge reveal in the media spotlight.
I don't think James Frey did the right thing. Ideally, he would have either published the book as fiction or as memoir with a hefty author's note. But it was 2001, and then 2003 and then 2006. It was the times, I'm telling you. It was the times.