Definitely a media trainer. That's not a producer's voice: that's a PR person doing his best imitation of an anchorman reading from a TelePrompTer (however it's spelled) that isn't a TelePrompTer at all, but a set of index cards with questions written on them in black Sharpie by an intern who is woefully underpaid yet adorably motivated. Plus he asks the stupid Oprah question, because we all know that Oprah would tell this guy to fuck right the hell off.
Oh, the power of believing. He really, really, really believed it. So it must be true somewhere. How poetic. How sweet. How romantic. How so not a con from an attention-seeking liar. And what a poetic, sweet, romantic profit to be had!
I knew someone who ate wood when she was in the camps. Paper would have been a delicacy. Shoe leather, straw, bugs, snow. She was eighty-five pounds when the camp was liberated.
@BookishLookish: I have never known a Holocaust survivor, but I did take a rickety train to Auschwitz in 2003. It has an ominous quality to it. I went with my friend. We normally joke like idiots wherever we go, but there we were silent for three hours. In my humble opinion, there is no rooms for lies on this topic. I can forgive Mr. Rosenblat, but I will not be reading his book.
@ChillbearLatrigue: Yes, exactly. If there is going to be fiction based on the Holocaust, just bloody well flag it up. It's fine. That's okay. If you must, use it in fiction, and have that tag on the book. Don't give people ammunition.
"In reality, I wasn't telling the truth... in my mind I believed I did." THAT'S FICTION, BUSTER!
Fiction is peculiarly well placed to expose untruth, since novelists trade in fabrication and know a fellow liar when they see one.
@pufflehuff: What's sad is that I totally would have read the fiction version. The truth is, fabricating the holocaust part would have been way worse than fabricating the love story, so I'm a little surprised at how angry people are considering he's a genuine survivor, but I don't really understand why he needed to lie either, instead of just submitting it to an agent as fiction.
@DahlELama, ChillbearLatrigue: A lot of blame has to go towards the publishers who encourage this kind of Frey-nanigan, as they think all the public want is Dave Pelzer-esque horror-reality. Sorry to say, I generally find those kinds of misery memoirs badly-written and formulaic, despite my sympathy for their pain. How well do memoirs sell as opposed to fiction, anyone know?
Give me the fiction tag any day, I'll easily suspend my disbelief for that. I really don't think fiddling about with Rosenblat's memories of the Holocaust is helping anyone.
His fail here has a lot to do with the duff advice he was given, and he should really stop with this and just either tell his story or apply to be a Gawker intern. Or write a novel. Whatever.
...and then Gawker can bring him on as an intern for one day, and we can all laugh about how much we shit on him and, then we can suck his literary dick and play both sides of the fence.
Seriously, Fuck off, Gawker. You can't have it both ways on every fucking issue out there.
You didn't jump the shark, you went over to the other side, like when that fat Canuck left the genius of Spin for the celeb jerk session that is Vanity Fair.
@forwardmotion: I think i tuned in too late to get too outraged over Frey (that was what? years ago?), although it did seem kind of odd that he was interning at Gawker. Stunt casting, i guess.
@Hydroceph: I like how time works here. My memory is long. I should change my handle to Methuselah. (That name is a shout out to all of you commenters obsessed with following biblical rules to the letter, by the way. Have fun stoning your rebellious first born son to death!)
Unless in a shocking twist, it turns out that Mrs Rosenblat is actually a time-traveling cyborg from the planet Zaltron and has amazing expanding bionic nipples. Or Chapter 22 reveals that Mr.Rosenblat is a bisexual orgy enthusiast with a diaper fetish and the book climaxes with him meeting his transexual wife at a Trekkie-swingers convention.
@Wrapitup: I'm not really sure that freak show would compel me to read it. I mean, the visuals alone would lead me to kill myself. Old people swinging? Star Trek shut-ins? Nonononoooooo!
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Especially the illustrations.
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All will be forgiven. No apologies will be neccessary.
And... applesauce for all!
Reaching an advanced age should and does have its perks.
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There were no apples.
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"In reality, I wasn't telling the truth... in my mind I believed I did." THAT'S FICTION, BUSTER!
Fiction is peculiarly well placed to expose untruth, since novelists trade in fabrication and know a fellow liar when they see one.
[www.guardian.co.uk]
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Give me the fiction tag any day, I'll easily suspend my disbelief for that. I really don't think fiddling about with Rosenblat's memories of the Holocaust is helping anyone.
His fail here has a lot to do with the duff advice he was given, and he should really stop with this and just either tell his story or apply to be a Gawker intern. Or write a novel. Whatever.
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Gross.
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Seriously, Fuck off, Gawker. You can't have it both ways on every fucking issue out there.
You didn't jump the shark, you went over to the other side, like when that fat Canuck left the genius of Spin for the celeb jerk session that is Vanity Fair.
Behold thy wilting legacy, Denton...
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Unless in a shocking twist, it turns out that Mrs Rosenblat is actually a time-traveling cyborg from the planet Zaltron and has amazing expanding bionic nipples. Or Chapter 22 reveals that Mr.Rosenblat is a bisexual orgy enthusiast with a diaper fetish and the book climaxes with him meeting his transexual wife at a Trekkie-swingers convention.
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@forwardmotion: Thank you! I strive to use it for good instead of evil.
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