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Fraud, Fraud, More Fraud, and Other News
By
Dan Piepenbring
March 19, 2015
On the Shelf
An illustration by A. Burnham Shute for Melville’s
Typee
, 1892.
Melville’s first book,
Typee
, is, like most literary memoirs,
a fraud
: though he certainly ventured to Polynesia, many of the events in the book are clearly created out of whole cloth—and they suggest how little we really know about the events of Melville’s life. “There is no reason to believe that Melville didn’t witness clothmaking and woodcarving. However, the scene in which his friend Kory-Kory rubs a six-foot pole between his hands, as his back arches and muscles tense, until it bursts into flame, is most likely a metaphoric rendering of a different act (no record exists attesting to whether Thoreau tried this method at Walden).”
While we’re talking fraud, Arthur Conan Doyle was set up—
by the Staffordshire fuzz, no less
. “Newly discovered documents show that the Staffordshire police fabricated evidence to try to discredit Arthur Conan Doyle’s investigation into the curious case of George Edalji, a Birmingham solicitor accused of maiming horses and sending poison-pen letters at the turn of the twentieth century.”
Amazon’s Kindle Scout program— a “reader-powered” publishing platform in which authors submit their work and readers vote on it—is perpetrating a kind of fraud, too. It’s become “
a murderously deft purveyor of books
seemingly designed only to be inhaled like so many bibliographic nachos.” Is it the new center of reading as a camp experience? Or is it just shit? “The bigger problem with so-bad-they’re-good novels is that sometimes they’re just so bad they’re … bad. For every camp triumph on Kindle Scout, every daft splendor of weaponized pit bulls, you’ll find three corresponding duds.”
Everyone loves
a good art heist
. The trick isn’t so much stealing a painting, though, as managing to sell it again when it’s known to have been stolen. “The misappropriation of masterpieces continues to have a distinctive hold on the public imagination, even as it becomes a type of criminal activity that’s both misunderstood and increasingly hard to pull off.”
Among the
fake self-help books
hidden on shelves in an LA Bookstore:
The Beginner’s Guide to Human Sacrifice
,
Learn to … Dress Yourself!
, and
So Your Son Is a Centaur: Coping with Your Child’s Confusing Life Choices.
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