Now I usually stay out of controversial issues. I didn't participate in Banned Books Month/Week, I didn't talk about the "Speak Loudly" issue, but I can't stay quiet about this, because it is just WRONG!

Are you familiar with James Frey? He wrote
A Million Tiny Pieces, which is a memoir about addiction. The book was HUGELY popular. Frey even appeared on Oprah. Then guess what we found out?
He lied.
Most of the book was made up.
But it gets worse.
Now, Frey has developed something called a Fiction
Factory. In which he hires authors to WRITE BOOKS FOR HIM. And his genre of choice?
Young Adult.
I am going to kill this man.
Nicole led me to this all-tell article. I'm so upset I don't yet have the self-control to properly articulate my feelings on this issue, so this next portion of this post will be my annotations and emotions I went through while reading this article. Hopefully, rather than forcing my own opinion on you, this form of rant will help
you develop your own opinion. Enjoy, if you can.
Frey said he was interested in conceiving commercial ideas that would sell extremely well. He was in the process of hiring writers
HIRING?!
Hiring writers?!
EDIT: As was rightly pointed out to me in the comments. Hiring writers in itself is not wrong. But if you read on, you will see it is
very wrong in this case.
We were desperate to be published, any way we could. We were spending $45,000 on tuition, some of us without financial aid, and many taking out loans that were lining us up to graduate six figures in debt. A deal like the one Frey was offering could potentially pay off our loans and provide an income for the next decade. Do a little commercial work under a pseudonym, sell the movie rights, and never have to suffer as a writer in New York. We wouldn’t even need day jobs.
These are students talking. People, if you are being forced to write under a pseudonym, that means you don't get any credit!
Frey handed him a one-page write-up of the concept, and Hughes developed the rest of the outlined narrative.
He just handed him a
one-page write up?! And suddenly he's writing books? Dang. I wish that worked. I have about fifty-million one-page books. The whole point of
writing is
writing! Not just thinking up a story.
But here comes the part that's especially sad to me:
Frey’s idea was a series called “The Lorien Legacies,” about nine Loric aliens who were chased from their home planet by evil Mogadorians and are living on Earth in the guise of teenagers.
WHAT?!
I Am Number Four is a result of this fiction factory? I really liked that book. But I wish I could like it for the right reasons.
One Columbia student, Jesse Thiessen, submitted an idea about high-school theater students who coalesce around a father figure who develops skin cancer; Frey’s assistant replied, “I’m sorry, but we’re looking for high-concept ideas that we can pitch in one sentence. We know it sounds cynical, but it’s what we know we can sell.”
Oh. The pain. Commercialism.
In exchange for delivering a finished book within a set number of months, the writer would receive $250 (some contracts allowed for another $250 upon completion), along with a percentage of all revenue generated by the project, including television, film, and merchandise rights—30 percent if the idea was originally Frey’s, 40 percent if it was originally the writer’s. The writer would be financially responsible for any legal action brought against the book but would not own its copyright.
So basically, you get all the crappy stuff, and they get all the good stuff.
Frey and Almon told me they would send me a contract but warned me that I shouldn’t bother trying to negotiate. They weren’t acceding to other writers’ requests and wouldn’t accede to mine.
AKA We are the boss of you, mindless slaves!
He encouraged me to start imagining product placement—“think Happy Meals”—because merchandise is where you make money in these deals. He mentioned the Mogadorian swords in I Am Number Four, which were described with unusual specificity. “We added that after Spielberg told us he needed stuff to sell.”
I'm going to cry.
No matter which way you look at this, it is WRONG. He is taking YA literature and turning it into mass-produced and commercialized sweatshop material.
Writers! There are other ways to help your book get published, you don't need to sell your writing soul. If it's your book, you deserve the credit both good and bad.
Stephanie wrote a
great post on this issue where she quoted John Green:
YA author John Green has spoken about this—the more Twilights there are and the more books purchased at Wal Mart, the fewer unique titles actually get produced.
While I am not actively writing now, I do hope to someday write a YA novel and attempt publication. How can this be possible if we're being swarmed by these massed produced commercialized books?! The worst part for me is that these books are
good. I really enjoyed
I Am Number Four but why can't we just give the
actual author credit? And changing a book just so you can produce
toys? I just... I'm speechless.
Once again, I don't usually comment on these sorts of issues. I apologize if I've offended anyone, but I just can't abide this. If you don't think this is wrong, PLEASE contact me. I'd love to see how this could be justified, because I just can't fathom it.
If you'd like to read the full article, you can
click here. However, be forewarned, Frey has a bit of a potty-mouth.
I hate being angry. I just want to curl up under a rock.
Yours in abject horror,
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