Memoirs are huge right now. That’s nothing new. Everyone seems to have a sad tale and dysfunctional upbringing that, for whatever reason, publishers believe warrant a big book deal and public telling. I may be alone in this, but I think there are a few too many hitting the shelves right now. I know people like them. I get that reading about these folks’ lives can be cathartic or help you feel better about your slightly less messed-up childhood. I also understand that the constant parade of craziness combined with the fact a few of these supposed memoirs turned out to be fictional has soured me to the genre…at least for now.
And knowing all that, I give you this bit from the Boston Globe:
Eleven years after the publication of her best-selling Holocaust memoir – a heartwarming tale of a small Jewish girl trekking across Europe and living with wolves – the Massachusetts author yesterday admitted the whole story was a hoax.
In a statement issued by her Belgian lawyer, Misha Defonseca of Dudley, whose book, “Misha: A Memoire of the Holocaust Years,” has been translated into 18 languages and is the basis for a new French movie, “Survivre avec les Loups” (“Surviving With the Wolves”), confessed that she is not Jewish and that she spent the war safely in Brussels.
That’s just fabulous.
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