James Frey is like my ex-boyfriend of the literary world. Yeah, sure, I enjoyed A Million Little Pieces as a memoir, but after I found out he'd lied to me about the whole dental surgery without Novocaine thing, I wanted him gone. I didn't want him dead, but he was dead to me. He keeps on calling me with new works of fiction, and it's like, enough already. We're over. I was willing to look past the fact that A Million Little Pieces was overwritten and self-aggrandizing when it was a memoir, but as fiction, he could have at least written himself into a likable character. And now he has a blog, which would normally be totally annoying, but just confirms why I dumped him in the first place.

Lying writer James Frey will be damned if he is going to miss an opportunity to milk literary deception for all it's worth, so he's already launched a new publicity campaign, less than 48 hours after newb lying writer Margaret Seltzer got the whole country talking about fake autobiographers again. Of course it's probably just a total coincidence that Frey chose now to launch the new blog where most of the text is copied from other sites, where Frey posts a purported lesbian fantasy video (so not worth it) and where he of course promotes his million-dollar-plus novel the name of which is not important. After the jump, the email Frey just sent out to his adoring fans. Watch and learn BG Seltzer:

Hey, reporters out there: here's a good line you can use when those pesky fact-checkers mess with your most colorful and fabricated quotes. Nan Talese, who published James Frey's bogus A Million Little Pieces, has weighed in on the latest literary scandal: "I don't think there is any way you can fact-check every single book. It would be very insulting and divisive in the author-editor relationship."

Meet Margaret Seltzer, pen name Margaret Jones, who until this week was a half-white, half-Indian gangland drug runner who grew up a foster child in predominately black South Central Los Angeles. Her memoir was hailed as a "raw... remarkable book" in the Times, won her tentative online admirers and became the 28th best selling memoir on Amazon after it was released Friday. Of course Seltzer basically made her whole "memoir" up, being entirely white, having grown up in the predominately white San Fernando Valley north of Los Angeles, having gone to a fancy private school and having been raised by her biological family. Her book tour was supposed to start today in Eugene, Oregon but her publisher, a division of Penguin Group, has canceled all that and recalled her books. How did she get caught? Her lies worked too well:

It turns out obnoxious former Star editor Joe Dolce and lying author James Frey, who became Facebook buddies on Valentine's Day, share more than just slimy backgrounds. Dolce's boyfriend and reported husband John Burnham was the "idiot" at HarperCollins who paid Frey more than $1 million for his forthcoming novel Bright Shiny Morning, one source reminded us. Should make for some fascinating Wall postings.

When he was editor in chief of Star magazine, Joe Dolce would let nothing, not even a wedding, or journalistic ethics, keep him from telling a tawdry story. At least that was the idea, until Dolce found himself looking for a new job. A year later, Dolce has dusted himself off and taken the first critical step toward rehabilitating his image: becoming Facebook friends and, no doubt, lifetime soulmates with writer James Frey, another fallen purveyor of overaggressive, ethically-challenged "nonfiction." Dolce added the lying author of a Million Little Pieces to his friends list on Valentine's Day, which is just really sweet. Maybe he can convince Frey to accompany him on one of his travel-writing assignments — it's ethically challenged and everything, James! — and then learn the secret to profiting fabulously from infamy, as Frey did with the $2 million advance on his forthcoming novel.

James Frey has contributed a short story to the new Sex for America anthology of "politically inspired erotica." Rick Moody is also a contributor (will he be recalling his tale of Times Square tranny love?), as well as Jonathan Ames and Jerry Stahl. According to Page Six, Frey's story "The Candidate's Wife" is about "a political aide [who] has hot sex sessions with the spouse of a senator seeking his third term—in a men's room, an alleyway and the back seat of a car." The most shocking thing here is the use of the phrase "sex sessions." [Page Six]

The disgraced author of the, "memoir," A Million Little Pieces, Frey is perhaps best known for being pummeled by Oprah in 2006. His memoir-a graphic recounting of his addiction and subsequent recovery-garnered controversy after The Smoking Gun published an article busting the author on the veracity of his claims. In a sparkling display of Schadenfreude, America watched on with glee as Oprah (duped like the rest of us), tore him a new one on live television.

For his upcoming novel, Bright Shiny Morning, James Frey plans to use smoke and mirrors (plus artist Richard Prince and porn-ish photog Terry Richardson) to distract us from the debacle of his last memoir, according to Page Six. As Oprah taught us, A Million Little Pieces was not really a memoir but more like fiction, and we're sure he knows the difference by now. The book tour, he says, will feature "bands, other authors reading their work." The cover will be designed by artist Richard Prince, whose work is currently on exhibition at the Guggenheim. Interestingly, Prince made his name with "appropriation art": photographing the work of others (the Marlboro Man ads, for example), and exhibiting them. He's an entirely logical choice, then, as Frey is known for appropriating pieces of his memoir out of thin air. Synergy! Click for an example Prince's work.

Lying author James Frey has designed a lunchbox that's being auctioned off to benefit two hunger-relief charities. But his lunchbox looks an awful lot like the one designed by Yoko Ono!

Fun fact #1 about lying memoirist James Frey's Facebook profile: he is a member of the group "I Love 'A Million Little Pieces' and James Frey Even if It's Not All True."

You can preorder James Frey's third novel 'Bright Shiny Morning' on Amazon for delivery this June 8. Boy, that's a fast turnaround for a September acquisition! Guess it didn't need to be edited much, being so genius and all.

Just in time for Halloween, New York Press sex columnist Kelly Krethtells us which writers and "writers" she'd like to bone next, now that already notched loser- director-pervert Eric Schaeffer on her lipstick case. We read this so now you have to, too: "James Frey... I want to curl my tongue around yours like the southern drawl does the tango with yours. I want to be your drug. Snort me, inhale me, shove me up your nose, up your ass, swallow me, digest me; you will not have to drive to Harlem to try to score. I want to search your face for scars and lick them when I find them. I want you to bite me with those altered teeth as hard as you can. I want you to guzzle some of my blood and wear the rest like a coat. Big Jim, will you be my dime bag? I'd go down dirty alleys and go down on you in them." Also: "He's that guy, the one who will lie to get into your pants." Well, yes.

Junot Diaz, whose long-awaited first novel The Brief Wondrous Life Of Oscar Wao is the best book we've read in a long-ass time, was probably the most entertaining speaker at any of the butt-numbing events of the New Yorker Festival. New Yorker editor and faux musical lyricist Ben Greenman, who introduced Junot, admitted as much: "Of all the fiction events, you've picked the best one." The audience congratulated themselves in a low, respectful murmur.

Did you forget that today was your last day to file for a refund for buying James Frey's partially fabricated memoir A Million Little Pieces? You probably did, because only 1345 people have filed. You should get your chunk—The Smoking Gun tells us that, somehow, the lawyers for the class action suit are billing for three-quarters of a million bucks. Sick!

Today's piece in the Observer is essentially about how agent Eric Simonoff tried to make it seem like publishers were clamoring to buy the James Frey novel—while really they were just vaguely curious to see whether it was any good. It closes with a quote from the man who got an exclusive on the project and bought it for a still-undisclosed but apparently large amount of money: Harper publisher Jonathan Burnham. "The point is he's written a great novel, and by summer of 2008 people will be able to approach James Frey with a clearer mind. Time will have passed." Well, of course he'd like to think so. Does anyone else?

James Frey's new publisher Jonathan Burnham tells the Observer that the $2 million we heard he sold James' third novel for is "far off"—but he didn't say in which direction. Whatever, liars. [Observer]

Eric Simonoff sold James Frey's third novel Bright Shiny Morning to Harper's Jonathan Burnham for 2 million dollars, a reputable source now tells us. Hey, maybe he could donate some of it to the family of that beautiful dead crack-addicted prostitute who didn't exist!

"James Frey is a liar. His best-selling memoir, A Million Little Pieces, is a fraud. It is a seamless mass of falsehoods, told deliberately, for the purpose of making money." Back when Tom Scocca wrote those words in the Observer last January, it was nearly impossible to imagine the disgraced memoirist would ever sell another book to a major U.S. publisher. Sure, he'd have little tossed-off pieces in magazines every once in a while, or maybe he'd go back to writing screenplays. Hollywood doesn't care about this kind of thing! But the idea that Frey would sell what amounts to his third novel, for more than a million dollars, to Harper's Jonathan Burnham, seemed as unlikely as, say, Ron Goldman's family pimping a book by O.J. Simpson. And then it happened. A lot of things happen that shouldn't.

So we were wrong about two things when we relayed the rumor that James Frey had sold his next book to Harper's Jonathan Burnham yesterday. We were wrong about the amount the book had sold for, which still hasn't been confirmed, but is now rumored to be in excess of one million. Which, actually, makes sense if Harper is assuming that the four million people who bought A Million Little Pieces will all rush out and buy Bright Shiny Morning, too. Don't let that happen, America. We were also wrong about whether the book is a novel or short stories: it's a novel. "I have never written a short story in my life," James told Times book reporter Motoko Rich yesterday when she contacted him about the rumors. "But Mr. Frey published a short story last fall in a catalog for an exhibition by Malerie Marder, a Los Angeles-based artist," Motoko reports. ZING.

Book Deal For Writer Who Fabricated Parts Of Memoir [NYT]