James Frey is the Steve Howe of today's "literary" world. No more than a pathological pedant, he's parlayed his perfidy into celebrity. Now it would seem (if these sales numbers are true), he's proven that in this era of rampant narcissism; talentless hacks who betray the trust of others are rewarded. This while serious writers, journalists, artists et al go unrecognized and/or undiscovered. A pox on those in the publishing houses who enable such people and processes.