Fictitious autibiographies, fictitious authors. An interesting confluence of events--The Smoking Gun starts out looking for a nice mugshot of James Frey (author of the drug addiction memoir A Million Little Pieces) and discovers that real life just doesn't compare to the details in his book. At the same time, more stories on the identity of JT Leroy have popped up. What is worse, a fake memoir or a fake author? Or does it really matter as long as people enjoy the books?