I started writing an autobiography once. I figured, “what better way to get out of a financial hole than to tell my thrilling story to the masses”.
I got to about chapter 27, when I realized my story – growing up in a middle-class home in North Dakota, moving to Minneapolis after college, going through a few careers – might
need a little “punching up” to really crack the big market and get optioned as a script.
So with the help of my agent, I’ve been working on it.
My agent once pondered over lunch “How lucky must those dang Holocaust survivors be? I mean, sure, losing their whole families sucks, but holy cow, there’s a story that doesn’t need anything to punch up the drama! I mean, zowie – every Holocaust survivor has a story that’ll get on the Oprah book club!”
I thought about what he said, while reading this story, about a Holocaust survivor who did feel the need to gussy up his story:
On Saturday, Berkley Books canceled Rosenblat’s memoir, “Angel at the Fence.” Rosenblat acknowledged that he and his wife did not meet, as they had said for years, at a sub-camp of Buchenwald, where she allegedly sneaked him apples and bread. The book was supposed to come out in February.
Rosenblat, 79, has been married to the former Roma Radzicky for 50 years, since meeting her on a blind date in New York. In a statement issued Saturday through his agent, he described himself as an advocate of love and tolerance who falsified his past to better spread his message.
“I wanted to bring happiness to people,” said Rosenblat, who now lives in the Miami area. “I brought hope to a lot of people. My motivation was to make good in this world.”
And he did.
Where “good” is defined as “splattering egg on Oprah’s face“.
Beyond that? Not so good.