The Web site The Smoking Gun, in an intensive investigation, revealed that large parts of best-selling author James Frey's memoirs, which Frey repeatedly said were true, were actually false.
In the book, Frey portrays himself as a crack-addicted criminal who did three months in jail, sharing a cell with a 300-pound illiterate killer.
Turns out, among other fabrications, it's not quite true. Frey actually spent a few hours in a lockup after being busted for drunken driving.
Now, here is my attempt to cash in.
I'm betting that in a few years, the hubbub over James Frey making stuff up in his book will be analagous to the uproar over Milli Vanilli lipsyncing at their concerts. Persecuted now for his embellishments, in a decade's time, shamelessly phony memoirs will be all the rage.