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So I can't help it. I continue to be obsessed with the whole James Frey thing. I'll admit, I got sucked in. Plus, I am fascinated with all the stuff surrounding how this affects the media and journalism world. Before I went away I bookmarked a whole bunch of stuff to read. I won't get into it, but here's some interesting tidbits.

Some clips from the official show site
The Frekonomics guys do more research and still can't find any records of his girlfriend's suicide
Gawker's liveblog of the show
NYT arts coverage
Did Nan Talese lie?
The ritual cleaning of a talk show host.
Questions for others in Frey scandal
I think whatevs sums it up best: The right thing to do would've been to begin the show with her apology, followed by an extended conversation with the Frank Rich's and MoDo's and Nan Talese's of the world about the difference between memoirs and autobiographies and, more importantly, about why the truth matters. That would've set the stage to bring out Frey for the last 15 minutes or so of the show. Which, frankly, would've been MORE than enough time to admonish and scold the man for hornswaggling millions of zombified housewives. Instead, she paraded a slew of self-righteous inquisitors on stage to berate the visibly shaken author for ONE FULL HOUR, all the while presiding over the situation in a manner eerily reminiscent of Lyndie England. It was almost as if she was revelling in Frey's flagellation. It was scary, it was sad, and it was wrong. Oprah should know better. After all, her hair is WAY more fake than anything Frey put on the page.