This < ahref="http://blogs.tnr.com/tnr/blogs/the_plank/archive/2008/12/27/publisher-cancels-rosenblat-memoir-after-tnr-exposes-hoax.aspx">New Republic post says it all. The author admits he ade it up. Sometimes the truth is necesssary but no less painful.
Sad Follow Up to “Saddest Story”: Author Confesses, Publisher Cancels
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Due diligence applies to culture, too. A nation which takes its cultural clues from Oprah is a nation of saps. From Piltdown Man to Howard Hughes to Hitler Diaries, part of all of us wants to proclaim Im a Believer, like the Monkees we aspire to be!
In all seriousness, what could rescue this sorry situation is for Woody Allen to make a movie of it. Think of it: Herman spends his life as a television repairman. How many hours has he been alone in a strange house with a strange TV, imagining himself on it? If (as I undertstand it to be) he was imprisoned in Terezin, where Jews were forced to make art as the price of their lives, how poignant the flashbacks to the origins of Hermans urge to create. The one gem in his life is his beautiful wife, his muse. For her he reaches back into Greek mythology for the story of Atalanta dropping apples for her pursuers in the romantic race. Within this rich tapestry of creation and desire, who can deny Herman his claim to the truth, however misguided?