| But step back for a moment: Sarah is a novel, not a memoir. It contains the same events, in the same order, no less “true” or “false” than they were before the hoax was exposed. What, with Albert unmasked, did Antidote lose? The answer, it seems, is that Antidote wanted, and paid for, and lost, the right to call Sarah a product of LeRoy’s life. “We bought the identity of the book’s author,” one Antidote employee said. The value of the novel, in Antidote’s view, depended not on what was between its covers, but on who the producers thought the author was (and on their belief that the novel derived directly from events in his life). Almost all the press around Albert’s deception—including stories about the trial—has treated “LeRoy’s” fiction the same way, as something akin to falsified autobiography. |
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gnaw on your bones. They stay with you, if you let them. (I just caught the last fifteen minutes of the film version of 
