Non-Fiction

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Today I read an online article about James Patterson in the New Yorker magazine. Here is the link:

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2022/06/20/how-james-patterson-became-the-worlds-best-selling-author

This June 13, 2022 article is by Laura Miller, and my comments about this article are not directed at Laura Miller. Here is her byline on the article:

Laura Miller is the author of “The Magician’s Book: A Skeptic’s Adventures in Narnia” and a books
and culture columnist at Slate.

Now, at the end of her piece, Miller quotes Patterson, and she offers her own conclusion, which I thought was a valid conclusion for her to make, based on the facts available to her. This is the end of her piece:

...Patterson admits, “My entire life, I honestly have had no idea who the hell I am. It’s still that way. I look at myself as just another idiot wandering planet Earth with no real idea what makes the world go ’round, no particular identity, just another lost soul.” And this is perhaps the most forlorn aspect of “James Patterson”: that a man so relentlessly bullish on storytelling seems never to have formulated the story of his own life.

On one level, I agree with Miller - Patterson "seems" never to have formulated the story of his own life.

But the real and deeper truth is otherwise, in my opinion. Patterson knows exactly who he is, and exactly what he has done, and exactly how he got to where he got. But he does not want to tell anyone. If he did, he would be in jail. So, he doesn't.

That is my opinion in a nutshell.

Now I will show you a dozen examples, one at a time, about how Patterson deceives people who read his memoir. And how he covers up the truth.

I believe it is possible that I am 100% correct. It may be true that I am not 100% correct, but almost 100% correct.

However, it's a difficult task to take him out. Because: as soon as I say one thing, his many handlers will rush to his aid, and fabricate documents to make me look like a liar, or destroy documents to make me look like a liar. I already know that.
Or produce a bunch of "witnesses" out of nowhere who are paid to lie.

I already know their game. This is how they "play." It is not a level playing field.

So, I can only say: I am offering my opinion. That is all. My opinion is opinion and nothing more.

And, I will sometimes offer supporting facts and evidence, and sometimes not, even though I believe I have the supporting facts and evidence because: i don't want those facts and evidence destroyed by him and his handlers.

To begin: In my opinion, James Patterson's real profession is that of a water-boy. He has been a water-boy since at least November 1984, and he continues to be one today. He may be tall, he may be big, he may sound tough by using curse words, and he may well be a very intimidating figure to some, but in my view, formed over many years, he is really just a little weasel liar water-boy for others who are far more powerful than he can ever hope to be.

That's what he is.

He doesn't have to be a little weasel liar water-boy. He could have become: a writer.

But to be a writer, one who writes a book read over and over by others, he would have to take certain actions, like tell the truth instead of lie. And he is not capable of that.

Because so long as he lies, he is wealthy beyond his wildest dreams. If he walks away from the money and towards the truth, his future is unknown.

So, he remains a little weasel, liar, water-boy - who wishes he could grow up and become a writer. He envies Stephen King. Because Stephen King is no one's water-boy. Stephen King is a real writer. James Patterson looks at Stephen King and wishes he, Patterson, was a real writer - who made it on his own - like Stephen King did.

That is my honest opinion of James Patterson on this day, at this moment in time.

And Laura Miller, unsurprisingly, has no idea how James Patterson became the world's best-selling author - because James Patterson is not going to tell her. Or anyone.

That is why his memoir is rightfully described as follows by a reader reviewer I read on Good Reads:
"crap, about crap."

Yes, that is what his new book is: "crap, about crap."