Memoirists of the world unite and take over.

I always feel a little happier (yet curiously melancholy) when I can reference the Smiths and the literary world in the same sentence.

Anyway.

Where James Frey was getting pounded for being too loose with the facts, it seems poor Augusten Burroughs is getting pounded for being too honest. What a (literary) world we live in.

I feel bad for all those future memoirists out there. Unless you're an attorney, how do you make sense of it all?