Fabricating memoirist turned novelist James Frey took the stage at Blender Theater on Tuesday for a reading of Bright Shining Morning, his critically disagreed-over debut attempt at (pure) fiction. In between the jazz accompaniment from pianist Eric Lewis and the slide show from pervy photog Terry Richardson, Frey found the time to field questions from the audience. Someone asked if he ever had trouble coming up with material. “Writer’s block is for chumps,” he responded. “To me this is a job, like being a banker, or a teacher. You never hear of banker’s block.”
Hmm. We’ve never actually never been bankers before and thus don’t know firsthand, but banking acquaintances tell us that Frey is (surprise!) full of shit.