A bitch loves a good book.
Hell, I’m working on one my damn self…and I sure as shit hope that shit is good.
I’m not working on Memoirs of a Bitch...mercy...and this bitch thinks the memoir may be in trouble after yet another publishing malfunction revealed a memoir to be a work of fiction.
This is more than just a failure of fact checking…or another author who has lost his damn mind...this bitch thinks it’s an example of the masses failing to properly appreciate fiction.
Some of these memoirs exposed as fiction are really good works of…well, fiction!
But we like the fantastical to be real…to read about amazing real life stories of beautiful romance, foster children turn gang members turned authors or a million little pieces of recovery.
Those stories may be out there, but do they only work if they are true life fact infused memoirs?
Fiction kicks ass...sometimes an escape from reality is just what you need. A bitch can't help but wonder why people opt for the lie rather than admit that they wrote a good story and less than half of it really happened.
Mayhap it’s easier to promote a memoir and that’s why they are hot. A few sessions of media training for the author and they can send her or him forth to share their so false it sinks tale to the masses.
Or maybe the authors are assholes trying to make a dime and get fifteen minutes fast and easy.
Either way, my people call that shit fiction.
Fiction, for the love of all that's still a good read and should have been pitched that way!
Lawd, have mercy...