Dear Little Jimmy, I remember the day your book cover caught my eye in Barnes and Noble.

I bought it when it was out in hard cover, long before the halcyon Oprah days. I don't care for fiction but love biographies, memoirs, true crime stories, etc. I have to admit, I had suspicions about your story from the time you got on the plane, bleeding all over with the big hole in your cheek, to your fake sounding withdrawal, to when the dentist wouldn't even give you Novacaine for those root canals, and on and on...

But I actually began to entertain the idea that I was wrong when my daughter, who is a med student at Yale, told me you came to speak at her school. I figured "well I guess they must have checked him out- maybe he's legit after all..." And then when I heard you were on Oprah I figured I must be wrong (although I still had my doubts about that dental surgery). Now we all know you are nothing but a liar.

I think it stinks you trashed AA and managed to trash the Catholic Church with your sordid little tale about the crotch grabbing priest you mopped the floor with. You should be ashamed of yourself for the train story- I'm sure the families of those girls must feel wonderful that their daughters' deaths were of some use to you. I can't understand why your parents don't mind the way you trashed them but then again, maybe you shared with them some of the millions you've made from lying.

I am glad Oprah gave you grief on her show. I only wish I had known in advance- I'm not an Oprah watcher but I definitely would've tuned in for it. I feel gypped, cheated, bilked, defrauded, lied to, and yes I would like my $22.95 back. If there is a class action suit in New York State, I will be in line to get in on it. I hope your movie deal falls through and that you get the pants sued off you!

Oh and one last thing- I did see a clip of you talking to Oprah (or should I say whining to Oprah) and eeegads- what an annoying voice you have- you certainly didn't sound like the tough bad ass guy I was expecting to hear. If I were you, I wouldn't expect big sales of my book in audio unless you get someone else to read it and pretend it's you. After all, no one will know, right?

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Dear James, I feel cheated and want my money back!

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Dear James, I Knew You Were a Fraud By the End of the First Paragraph!

I’m a gate agent for a major airline in the United States. By the end of your first ‘graph, I knew you were full of baloney.

Jim, under NO circumstances would ANY airline personnel have allowed you to board ANY aircraft in ANY American city, in the physical condition that you described for yourself in the first few sentences of your book (the “warm dripping” of blood, the missing front teeth, hole in your cheek, broken nose and eyes swollen shut). You would have been denied boarding, hon. Your physical appearance would have been a big ol’ RED FLAG. As your gate agent, it’s been drilled into my cranium that the SAFETY of passengers and crew is paramount. This procedure’s not in the aftermath of 9/11, either. For a long, long time, we’ve had troubles with messed-up drunks (i.e., peed themselves and/or show-up looking like Santa Claus with remnant chunks on his/her face). It’s procedural to first call management. If you feeling seriously threatened, I would’ve called airport security and THEN my bosses.

But, Jim, before you arrived at my gate, it’s most likely that a Good Samaritan would’ve spotted you first and picked up an airport paging phone to report your distress and location. (Because, you see, MANY of us are hard-wired to “do the right thing” and respond to That Little Voice in our heads that speaks to us. This voice can say things like, “But Jim…it’s really NOT a memoir…don’t you think you should try pointing this out to Nan?”)

Now, if for some reason, you slipped by me and got on the plane, you could count on at least ONE – but most likely ALL -- flight attendants refusing your boarding and wanting you OFF the plane PRONTO. The Captain would stand by the crew and come out to the gate area to yell at me for letting you on the plane; then either a) demand security be called or b) place the call him/herself. If you were belligerent, the plane would’ve been evacuated and law enforcement would have come on board with billy clubs ready and the cuffs out.

Unfortunately, Nan Talese and the Random House/Doubleday Elite forgot all about this fundamental rule of airline. That’s because these self-important people are too self-involved to know what’s going on in the rest of the world that’s revolving around them.

So, this makes Nan and The Gang culpable. No USA TODAY ad exonerates them. BIG OOPS for everyone involved here – except for Miss Oprah. She’s off the hook. Not because she’s “nice” and the World Revolved Around Oprah, but because she flies on her own Gulfstream II (value: $3.75 million) and wouldn’t probably remember whaddup with public air travel procedures. See you in the “Exit” row, James. And many happy “First Paragraphs” in your writing future, too.

Sincerely, Bijou in Minneapolis

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Dear Little Jimmy, Deer in the headlights...

Your book was suggested to me. I read it and was captivated.

As someone that knows a thing or 2 about drug consumption, I found your usage amounts to be, well-bullshit...but I thought-it matters not.

When you talked of staring down mobsters and ex-cons, I kept looking at the picute on the backcover, and thinking...but you look like such a pussy. I chalked it up to a few years of donut eating sobriety and no exercise. Then I heard you talk on Larry King. Sorry dude, but the lisp in your speech makes you about as scary as JMJ Bullock.

You looked like a deer in the headlights on Oprah..pathetic.

I DO Want my money back! You not only took $15.00 bucks from me, you took hours away from my life. I cannot get those back. Fucking liar. Give me my cash back or you are a thief as well.

Kellen

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Dear James, I have never seen the Oprah show.

However, I had lunch with a friend who saw you on Oprah and was reading your book and enjoying it. My mom bought it for me (I'm not a drug addict but a book addict) and I thought it very intense and felt much compassion for you and the other characters in recovery. It doesn't much matter to me if it was all true. Even if part of it is true and there was some embellishment....so?

I can see why Oprah was pissed because she endorses books and people take her word as gospel. Yes, it would've been dharmic to not market it as non-fiction. But I say to everyone--"Read the Tao Te Ching and get over it."

Best wishes,
Deborah

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Dear James, I'm with ya.

My name is Chip Harbin and I am 21 yrs. old. I am an alcoholic, a drug addict, and a criminal. I am currently taking my second shot at sobriety. I have been reading your book and I have to say, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF ITS TRUE OR NOT. You have helped me stay clean everyday for the past month which is the longest I have been clean in 6 years. I applaud you for attempting to reconstruct your addiction and put it into writing. I know it was hard and I know what you are going through right now is even harder but dude keep your head up and fuck anybody who tries to tell you that you what you did was wrong. I could be dead right now if I wasn't reading a book that a man wrote for people like me. The words you use in that book outline my thoughts about drugs and the Twelve Steps and treatment centers and it doesn't matter to me if you made up every sentence YOU ARE HELPING ME STAY CLEAN and for that I will be forever grateful and will stand up for you in front of God himself. I wish the best for you and I know you will triumph in the horrific situation.

Peace and Love,
Chip Harbin

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Dear Jimmy "Shitstorm" Frey, I was shocked that someones life could be more fucked up than mine.

I just knew that some of the book was fabricated. The oral surgery was bullshit I know, I lost 8 of mine in a drunken beating and almost died of misery in the MONTHS it took to drill and burn the things back to some sort of working order. Some of the relationships were a bit off as well, but I accepted them, and really liked them, they were my people, people I know, people who know me. I picked this book up when it first came out, the cover intrigued me, and I really enjoyed it. Fuck, I reccomended it to so many of my friends, especially those who were in recovery. I was inspired by the courage, the I dont give a fuck courage that it takes to pull yourself out of a hole that deep. I knew this guy, I wanted to know this guy, he survived, he was brave enough to choose a path other than the program and it worked for him, like it did for me. I wonder what the past few months have been like for you Jimmy the fratboy gone bad. I wonder if you get heckled going down the street. I hope so. And fuck your rich parents as well, they knew it was a pack of shit all along. Take the Tao, and shove it up your bloated ass, you fucking liar.

p.s. I dont want my money back for the book, I stole it(and that my friends is true) bite me Nan Talese...

CoCo Beasel
Professional Wrestler

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Dear "Big Jim", If you'd just admit it!

I am convinced that it would take only one thing for you to turn around all your negative publicity. Seriously. Just get booked on a big ol' show like Larry's or Oprah's and this time, instead of stuttering and qualifying and sounding like a dolt, just take a big, deep breath, square your shoulders and say, "Okay. Let's face it. I just wanted everyone to think I'm a bad ass. A BAD ASS!!!!!!"

That's it. That's the truth, so help you God, and then everyone would think you're really cool. Which you're not.

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Dear James, you brokedick scribbler,

I have known way too many people who were way too far gone to have much empathy for you in the midst of this fracas. Any fool can try to build himself up with self-dramatizing lies and exaggeration. You managed to defraud a lot of earnest readers and move a lot of books in the process.

Any asshole can be an addict... but you have to be a REAL asshole to lie about what an asshole addict you were. I'm sad that you aspired to more degradation than you even achieved, and I'm sad that you made a mint passing off your bullshit fantasies as FACTS.

Couldn't all the broken hearts have been avoided if you and your publisher had not called this a memoir? Indeed, some things in life are essentially true without being factual - but a lie is still a lie, and when you say something happened when it didn't? That's a lie.

James Frey, inauthentic author, you lack integrity. Yesterday, your galling stunts were such an affront to me that I would have gladly tapped you on the head with a skillet, but having written out my grievances, I feel better now.

Most sincerely,
Kelly C.

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Dear James, you're a pansy.

It is embarrassing enough that you had to call your fiction a memoir in order to get it published. Why did you have to roll over on Oprah, too? You couldn’t even defend your choices as a writer of fiction. It was like watching Principal Oprah discuss an eleven-year-old’s misbehavior with his parents. (You actually did go on national television with your Momma recently, didn’t you?) You hunched there sad sack like a child who knew he was supposed to look remorseful, but couldn’t entirely hide his confusion and resentment. Like a child counting the minutes until he could run back to the playground and pull Suzy’s pigtails again.

If you don’t think you’re a liar and you don’t think your actions need justification, then why go on TV at all? To sell more books, perhaps? But wouldn’t sincere, unqualified apology or—conversely—fierce defiance generate more sales? Your… I don’t know what else to call it… your pansy yammering served no purpose.

-Lee

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Dear James, You owe me nothing!

I am a recoverying alkie & addict with 18 yrs of clean time. I've lived in the "Harbor" area of Michigan all my life. Your books renewed my reading enjoyment and fortified my resolve to stay away from the hell that was my former life. Thank you for that. Opie needs you more than you need her. Too bad she's so full of herself to admit it. True charity never involves bragging or patting yourself on the back, which seems to be her style. Sad to see that she thinks she's so important. One message I got from your writings still rings true: Anything that happens to me now will never be as bad as going back to the broken person I once was when the addiction had me on my knees. So we just get back up each time we fall. Keep on keepin' on brother........Sincerely, D.B. in St. Joseph, MI.

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Dear James, I'm good -- no need to refund.

I read “million pieces and Leonard” and I just want you to know that I am still behind you and the incredible journey you have traveled. Don’t let the dogs get you down. I have had personal experience with an addict and your book made things clearer to me and the life that an addict endures. Don’t give up on your writing and don’t give up on your ability to stay clean. I respect you and I do not begrudge your writing. Thank you thank you thank you

Missy Tapley

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Not So Dear James, I don't get it man.

If you can write fiction so well that people feel everything you read why lie about your ability? most people wish they could write so real and raw. and why did you keep going with it after you got famous? couldnt you just come clean man wtf? you're such a disapointment and now you're gonna make it hard for the rest of us to publish memoirs, they're gonna dig the shit out of everything that doesnt have "based on a true story" on it.

I just dont get it.

Sarah

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Dear James, I am glad I can't read.

yeah I bet I would have loved that book and been sad if I had read it which I would of done if I could read.

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Dear James, Fuck You.

I loved your crap ass book and even bought the lame-ass sequel when it came out in fucking hardback! Now, a few lies, fibs here and there, whatever. But your entire goddamned story is fucking made up! First you piss on Twelve Steps- and then it turns out you weren't ever really a crack-head anyways! What the fuck do you know about recovery?

Secondly, why did you have to make up that tragedy with Lily? That she HUNG herself alone in a bathroom. Jesus, that wasn't very inspiring to me, because I identified with Lily, and you inconsiderate bastard killed her off- you wrote her part as if she wasn't as strong to survive as Big Tough James was. As a woman with suicidal tendencies, I find that personally offensive. I live in San Francisco, not far from the Golden Gate Bridge, and I'd like to extend an invitation for you to fling your sorry sack of shit-self off of it.

You suck. Your book wasn't even well written- it's stylistic montage was really only palatable because it was supposed to be a "memoir", not a piece of patchwork fucking fiction.

Go fuck yourself. Right in the ear.
You can Eat Shit and Die.

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Dear James, It's easy when you lie!

Of course you've managed to stay off crack without a twelve-step program. It's easy when you've NEVER FUCKING SMOKED IT EVEN ONCE!

You are a fucktard of the first water.

Also, memoir is not "a new genre", as you so wussily lied on "Larry King Live". The first modern memoir, most literary critics agree, was the Confessions of Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1781). And at least Rousseau really WAS a deadbeat dad and a pervert.

Sincerely,

Someone Who Hates You

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Dear James, everybody needs to calm down.

its stupid to blame an author who has lied about his autobography. everybody lies. if people are stupid enough to believe what they read its their own fault. was the book a waste of time or fun reading? this is the question one shall ask .

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Dear James, I support you.

The publishers already offered a refund and haven't you been raked through the coals enough?! I'm not jumping on Oprah's pathetic, self-serving, hypocritical bandwagon. People just can't get enough of kicking a guy when he's down. Pathetic.

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Dear James, You are an assclown.

If you have actually battled an addiction, then you would know how much this pisses people like me off. You asshole.

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Dear James, for so long that was my favorite book, and nothing can change it.

Aren't there more important things going on in this world that we should be concerned about and paying attention to?

I happen to like you and your Books.

This whole thing is just a fucking smoke screen from whats really important and what is really going on in the world , and everyone is giving in.

Does anyone really care that much about a book? I mean, as a HUGE fan of the books, I'm totally disappointed to learn that it didn't happen that way, but your still a great writer and I wish everyone would just GET OVER IT and start posting blogs and talking about REAL ISSUES!

Im tired of giving it attention. It's so not important. I just dont see why anyone cares so much.

I suppose in a way I feel duped, but for so long that was my favorite book, and nothing can change it.

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Dear James, So you fabricated details of your book

to make it more interesting to read. But I don't think you're the first with these efforts.....maybe you thought..."Don't lie, but if you do, then don't get caught ", i guess. So, I'm writing this not to promote the idea of getting you off the hook. I'm just annoyed with how the media is promoting this story which may be potentially as wasteful as the OJ Simpson trial coverage. Yes, there is a moral lesson that could be raised to the public on honesty vs. lying. I just don't see it, at least so far. I mean how unproductive is the media in addressing this story. Like on Oprah, cornering you to admit it on her show and having
the news mentioning it later on the evening- I'm not impressed! How about why and how you punk'd all of his readers, especially Oprah. It's just too obvious! Then again ,maybe I'm not the viewer/reader into dwelling on a story in such a soap opera-ish programming. I'm so ready to move on to the next media blitz. Farck that, I can't wait for the winter Olympics and hopefully it won't get spoiled by Oprah trying to get some athlete to admit failing a drug test.

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Dear James, a limerick

there once was a tough guy named Frey
who said he did time and got high
turns out his addiction
was nothing but fiction
That assfucker conned us with lies!

love, mr nice guy

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Dear James, Thanks for nothing.

I bought your book before Oprah even put it on her list. I thought I was so cool. Tellin' all my friends about it. I felt like a person in the know. Here was this new book and I was spreadin' the word about it.

Then Oprah put your book on her list. I felt validated. I knew about a great book before Oprah did. It was amazing. It was exciting. I looked on with satisfaction as I watched other people on the bus reading your book. I felt like I had started something.

I loved your book man.

Then I find out your a liar. A big fat liar. Your book is a lie. You're a lie. Now I look like a liar.

Thanks James.
Thanks for nothing.

blt_ny

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Dear James, Big Lies..

What you did is comparable to someone selling a magic pill that cures cancer, only in reality it's a tic tac. Every single person who bought this book did so because they thought it was a true story, and they didn't just think it was a true story, like the people who promoted Blair Witch, you actually went out of your way to tell them and convince them it was a true story. I am sure if you took the back burner on this, hired an actor to play you, and mislead the public that way, we'd all be a little more fogiving - but you totally did it under your name. There was no misleading, just lying and I want my money back.

Ray

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Dear James, To think you lied to Oprah.

I read your book tiny little pieces mainly because everyone I knew was talking about it. I thought it was a very moving story and I just assumed it was real. I don't really feel as passionate as Oprah does about this because I realize that anything I read or see is exagerated (sp?). The thing that BLOWS my mind is that Oprah is the reason your book sold so much and you lied to her face even after she defended you. Under normal circumstances, lying to Oprah would be funny, but the fact that she made you should make you a little more compassionate. We all have to make a living somehow, it's too bad you did it by misleading every single person who bought your book and for that I think you owe me my money back.

Feel free to contact me by commenting on this site, I am not about to leave my name!

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Dear James, You are a Filthy Faker

I landed on this site by accident, but I want you to know that I have read your book and I believed your book, it was called a MEMOIR after all. When I found out you lied, a millon little pieces of me died. I am shocked that you are getting away with this, and I want my money back.

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Dear James, I miss you,

I miss your smell, your musk. I miss you so damn much. When this gets sorted out I think we should move in together. Maybe get a one bedroom apartment overlooking the street.

Your Friend.
Clifford

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Dear James, You're gay.

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Dear James, Dear Oprah and Dear Culpable Third Parties...

Buying James Frey's book: $14.95

Monthly fee for internet connection allowing me to read
thesmokinggun.com - $39.95

Having to see James Frey (apparently back on drugs) getting verbally
bitch-slapped by Oprah: Priceless

James and Oprah, see you in large-claims court. I WANT ALL YOUR DAMN
MONEY, AND A FULL-SIZE RED CAR, OPRAH.

Sincerely,

Litigia Summons

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Dear James, my brother called it.

I gave him your book as a gift and the moment he started reading it he knew you were a fake. He said you should have done more research on the correct steps to lighting a crack pipe. He threw the book at my 6 year old daughter and told us to "get the fuck out". I haven't spoken to him in weeks. You owe me money, but you also me a brother.

Please send him a check, then maybe he will take my phone calls and my letters will stop being returned to me unopened.

Douglas Harvey
St. Jude Retreat House
9 Church Street
Malta, ID 83342

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Dear James, I like liars.

I watched Oprah today. That's because I am unemployed, have no channels and think she's got more power than Jesus. I saw you on the show and wanted to give you props for fucking with all of America's heads. I like the fact that you made a lot of money in the process. I don't have morals, because I don't think there is anything wrong with lying, especially when it is a 14 year old girl telling me she's 18, and letting me you know, try to impregnate her, even though she doesn't have her period yet. Anyway, I didn't read your book, because I have no interest in reading, but you are a genius and I don't think many people are geniuses.

With Love,

Jesus Martinez
DrunkenStepfather.com

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Dear James, I didn't read your book.

In fact, you were barely on my radar until all my hip friends started e-mailing me links to the smokinggun and all the rest of the blogs that reported that you like to make things up. I honestly didn't really give a shit because i expect most books like yours to be full of lies, and i kind of thought it was funny that everyone felt so betrayed (naive pussies). At any rate, i guess you used to do lots of drugs and stuff, and i imagine you're pretty depressed right now, but you do have all that bank you made off these books, so if you wanna get real fucked up one of these days and do a bunch of blow or heroin or something, hit me up. 917.647.7590. call it, bitch.
bobby america.

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Dear James, I want my money back

and I want it soon.

I will hand it to you, this whole thing is kind of awesome. At first I thought "wow, this guy is fucking awesome tricking everyone and lying in his memoirs", but then I realized you are a fucking dick and you owe me money.

When Blair lied at the New York Times I thought that was funny since I don't read the damn paper. I mean, what the fuck do I care. I was laughing at all the assholes that got "duped" - as Oprah likes to say.

But now, things have changed. I read your damn books. I even fucking cried when Lilly hung herself. And today I find out she fucking slit her wrists like every other suicidal maniac? How fucking lame.

Yeah yeah, I bought the book, I listened to Oprah. But who doesn't listen to Oprah? I mean, she's rich, and rich people know everything. At first, I laughed at Oprah for trying to be edgy and choosing a book about drugs for her book club. But then my friends starting telling me it was a good book. So yeah, I read it.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you "embellished" your record. You were such a bad ass in the story that I even did a Google Image search after I finished the book to see what you look like. I USED to think you were hot. Now I think you're a coward. A big fucking fake asshole that has to lie to get people to like him and buy his book.

Everything would have been OK if you called it a novel. But you are a fucking liar.

You owe me $14.95 for "Million Little Pieces" and another $24.95 for "My Friend Leonard". And you know what? I'll cut you some slack - I will let you slide on the sales tax. So that's $39.90 motherfucker. I want my money.

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