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One fewer little putz

James Frey's literary agent has dropped him, saying she can't keep working with him now that the trust is gone. This answers the question of whose idea it was to re-cast A MILLION LITTLE PIECES as non-fiction. It also makes clear that the plan was carefully thought-out: Frey must have fired his former agent, who'd been shopping it as a novel, to go with someone who didn't know the truth. Whether this means he approached the former agent with the idea and was rejected, or he didn't even ask because he just assumed he would be, I don't know; but his whole ridiculous claim that he'd built an identity in his addicted years that he just couldn't let go of, etc., goes down in flames.


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