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James Frey is originally from Cleveland. He is the bestselling author of A Million Little Pieces and My Friend Leonard. He lives in New York.
"Gripping.... A great story.... You can't help but cheer his victory." --Los Angeles Times Book Review "James Frey's staggering recovery memoir could well be seen as the final word on the topic." --San Francisco Chronicle "The most lacerating tale of drug addiction since William S. Burroughs' Junky." --The Boston Globe "Frey's book sets itself apart ... spare, deadpan language belies the horror of what he's describing -- a meltdown dispatched in telegrams." --The New York Times Book Review "Anyone who has ever felt broken and wished for a better life will find inspiration in Frey's story." --People "Ripping, gripping.... It's a staggeringly sober book whose stylistic tics are well-suited to its subject matter, and a finger in the eye of the culture of complaint.... Engrossing." --Philadelphia Inquirer "A frenzied, electrifying description of the experience." --The New Yorker "We finish A Million Little Pieces like miners lifted out of a collapsed shaft: exhausted, blackened, oxygen-starved, but alive, thrillingly, amazingly alive." --Minneapolis Star-Tribune "One of the most compelling books of the year.... Incredibly bold.... Somehow accomplishes what three decades' worth of cheesy public service announcements and after-school specials have failed to do: depict hard-core drug addiction as the self-inflicted apocalypse that it is." --The New York Post "Thoroughly engrossing.... Hard-bitten existentialism bristles on every page.... Frey's prose is muscular and tough, ideal for conveying extreme physical anguish and steely determination." --Entertainment Weekly "Incredible.... Mesmerizing.... Heart-rending." --Atlanta Journal-Constitution "A rising literary star ... has birthed a poetic account of his recovery. [A Million Little Pieces is] stark ... disturbing ... rife with raw emotion." --Chicago Sun-Times "Frey will probably be hailed in turn as the voice of a generation." --Elle "We can admire Frey for his fierceness, his extremity, his solitary virtue, the angry ethics of his barroom tribe, and his victory over his furies.... A compelling book." --New York "An intimate, vivid and heartfelt memoir. Can Frey be the greatest writer of his generation? Maybe." --New York Press "Incredible.... A ferociously compelling memoir." --The Plain Dealer "Insistent as it is demanding.... A story that cuts to the nerve of addiction by clank-clank-clanking through the skull of the addicted.... A critical milestone in modern literature." --Orlando Weekly "At once devastatingly bleak and heartbreakingly hopeful.... Frey somehow manages to make his step-by-step walk through recovery compelling." --Charlotte Observer "A stark, direct and graphic documentation of the rehabilitation process.... The strength of the book comes from the truth of the experience." --The Oregonian "A virtual addiction itself, viscerally affecting.... Compulsively readable." --City Paper (Washington, DC) "Powerful ... haunting ... addictive.... A beautiful story of recovery and reconciliation." --Iowa City Press-Citizen "An exhilarating read.... Frey's intense, punchy prose renders his experiences with electrifying immediacy." --Time Out New York "Describes the hopelessness and the inability to stop with precision.... As anyone who has ever spent time in a rehab can testify ... he gets that down too." --St. Louis Post-Dispatch "Frey comes on like the world's first recovering-addict hero.... [His] criticism of the twelve-step philosophy is provocative and his story undeniably compelling." --GQ "[A] gruesomely absorbing account, told in stripped-down, staccato prose." --Details "Frey has devised a rolling, pulsating style that really moves ... undeniably striking.... A fierce and honorable work that refuses to glamorize [the] author's addiction or his thorny personality.... A book that makes other recovery memoirs look, well, a little pussy-ass." --Salon