Suckas

I feel so good about always hating JT LeRoy and I can get over feeling guilty about "it's" skivved out persona--cause now we all know it was all an effin scam. Pretty brilliant--sick--but brilliant.

Quick synopsis:
Some dude comes out years ago in the literary world with a shitty book (I could only get through a few pages of Sarah--argh) that people are jerking themselves off to be affliated with. I mean, you would have thought that Jesus had risen and become the EIC of US Weekly--it was that deep. Anyway, there was this fucked up backstory about JT being born to a junkie mom and then being led into the world of teen hustling. This in turns leads to drug addiction and--how very late 80's/early 90's--him becoming HIV +. Young JT eventually gets rescued by some fools, meet a shrink, is told to write down his experiences, meets easily duped literary types and boo ya tribe--gets a goddamn book deal. This leads to the glitterati to just trip over themselves in the fawning Olympics and movie deal ensues and life is just grand for little Mr. My Private Idaho.

Now cut to January 9th and the New York Times blows the lid off the mother and reveals that JT is actually a woman by the name of Savannah who's bro and sister and law made up the whole thing to get into the book world when their struggling musician schtick was getting old. Savannah was the one that would appear as JT, do the interviews, et al.

This is the brilliant part: They got away with this shit and made mad bank! Yes, they got caught but millions wanted to buy into--buy into something that wasn't even that great. Yes, many a rich folk wanted to reach out and help this "fragile creature"--but after it seemed fashionable, and it could get them mentioned in some glossy rag. I mean, what fun is it to help real fucked up kids that live in say East New York or the Bronx? That doesn't have the same cache as hanging out with some half-ass memorist in a bad wig that was seems fabulous because he/she was damaged and hung out with Asia Argento and Winona Ryder. Oh and don't get me started on the famous folks that got the Crane on this bitch--that shit is going to crack me up for days.

Just read the Times article...ha, just ha!
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/09/books/09book.html

Oh, and James Frey, your life is calling you buddy...
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/10/books/10frey.html