If, still mired in the excesses of the holiday season, you haven't heard the story of North Miami resident Herman Rosenblat and his incredible - and apparently partially invented - tale of falling in love in a Nazi concentration camp, you should check out The Herald's story on the subject.
Berkley Books has canceled publication of his book, entitled Angel at the Fence, citing a report from Rosenblat's agent; it was due out in February. Rosenblat had been on Oprah twice; wonder if she'll let him have it for duping her?
From what I can glean, Rosenblat is indeed a Holocaust survivor; but his story about falling in love with a little girl who threw him fruit over the fence at the camp and then meeting her years later in the U.S. is about as true as Love and Consequences: A Memoir of Hope and Survival, last year's notorious fake saga about a little white girl in L.A. running drugs with the Bloods (or was it the Crips? or Spook Street? One Niners, maybe?) Turns out the only thing the author was running was her mouth; she went to an exclusive school and was busted by her own sister.
Why do people make up stories and try to pass them off as true? I mean, I get the money and fame thing. The bigger question is in this climate - now that publishers are actually thinking, say, maybe we should vet some of this stuff - how do you think you're going to get away with it? Can't you just write a novel and be done with the fact checking?