
The scandal around the memoir-turned- fake-recalled- from-bookstores memoir Love and Consequences continues to embarrass the book publishing industry. Writer Margaret Jones, who told her publisher she was a half-white, half-Native American raised by a black foster family in South Central L.A. and former Bloods gang member, was exposed as Margaret Seltzer, white private school graduate from Sherman Oaks, California.
Her real (white) sister called the publisher Riverhead Books after reading a lengthy NY Times feature about Jones/Seltzer last week (it even had an endearing slideshow!). Today, Riverhead's publisher and editor spoke to the Times. Publisher Geoffrey Kloske noted Seltzer had gone to "extraordinary lengths" to keep up the charade, like people posing as her foster siblings. (And claiming to have founded a possible fake foundation?).
Seltzer's editor Sarah McGrath said, "In the post-James Frey world, we all are more careful. I had numerous conversations with her about the need to be honest and the need to stick to the facts.” The Times also interviewed its own freelance reporter and House & Home editor who are now regretful and wish they did more fact-checking.
Even after James Frey (pictured, with Oprah) and J.T. Leory/Laura Albert, those in the publishing industry think things will continue on as is, because, as publisher Nan Talese says, "The author-editor relationship is so much one of trust and I don't think that can change."
Publisher's Weekly editor-in-chief Sara Nelson made another comparison, "One cannot protect oneself 100% from a dedicated hoaxster any more than one can protect oneself 100% from a dedicated terrorist.". Does this mean A Million Little Pieces in the 9/11 of fake memoirs? Or is it the USS Cole?
Galleycat though, think it's okay to question a non-fiction author: "If you're insulted that somebody's holding your nonfiction writing up to a simple standard of truth, you're probably not ready to share that writing with anybody, let alone an editor."




This bitch gets a book of bullshit published and all I can do is blog.
Let's see if I got this straight: woman writes compelling story of life as a gang member in LA.
Pitches it as a memoir. Convinces agent, editor, countless critics, many of whom praise the book.
Now, her sister reveals her as a fake.
Give her a Pulitzer Prize in fiction. She conned 'em all.
We used to call this stuff fiction