The controversy swirling around this book is baffling to me.
For now anyway.
Until the smoke clears and the feeding frenzied blogging world is stuffed full. Then maybe the facts will emerge.
Apparently parts of this guy’s non-fiction book have been fabricated.
But, the book isn’t a journalistic piece. It’s a memoir. And, I thought, subject to hazy details and hedged boundaries.
Maybe he did outright lie. I don’t know. That would be disappointing.
But I read on another blog that people couldn’t imagine how this guy’s story could be true–how could he remember these intricate details of his pain while in such pain, so screwed up on drugs and then withdrawal?
I say that’s when you do remember ever inch of bizarre, intricate things. Not everything around you. But certain aspects of life would be forever embedded in your being.
With all that said, my sister and I did talk about how we thought it was crazy that he wasn’t given pain medication during his root canal. Not that they’d have given him a roadie for the trip back to rehab, but that was way beyond brutal. True or not, who knows. I still think his tale was disturbingly riveting. Says something about me, I’m sure.