I’m watching Oprah rip into James Frey (and his editor). He’s squirming something fierce up there!

I’d never heard of the book before I read The Smoking Gun’s exposé, but I’ve been following this story since it broke three weeks ago. This is both delightful to watch (I love to watch bastards get their comeuppance), and so very awkward at the same time. I’d never heard Frey interviewed, but if this simpering, cowering man is the same guy who categorically claimed that he boarded a plane with blood all over his clothing and got two root canals without anaesthetic, it’s a wonder he got away with his story for as long as he did.

How much do you want to bet that this shitstorm will culminate with another trip to rehab? This guy comes off like he’s still pretty sick with his addiction.

PS: Shut your mouth, James; you’re catching flies.