Revenge PLOT

Nearly 20 years-Oprah brouhaha, JAMES PREY is back with a sexy, funny novel that's headed straight to the screen

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IF JAMES FREY'S road has been a rocky one, at least the bumps were diamonds. In the two decades since he got an Oprah dressing down when it turned out he'd fabricated parts of his mega-best-selling memoir, A Million Little Pieces, he founded and sold a booky content farm, dabbled as CEO of an esports company, and collaborated with Lena Waithe on the Queen & Slim story. Also in those years: the rise of autofiction, the death of truth, and a newly unslakable thirst for IP skewering (while sort of celebrating) the ultrarich.

Enter: Next to Heaven (Authors Equity), Frey's first new book in six years, a Connecticut sex romp-cum-murder mystery with what he calls "big nods" to Jackie Collins, Danielle Steel, and Tom Wolfe. Accordingly, its characters would feel at home in the White Lotus extended universe: a cash-poor WASP art dealer, an aggro hedge funder, a Bitcoin-trading drug dealer who idolizes Eric Trump and Kanye West. That their physical descriptions read like a central-casting call sheet (the women: "tall, thin" or "thin, petite," with "deep blue eyes" or "bright hazel eyes" or "big brown eyes like mudpies") doesn't really matter—and by the introduction of a "tall, buff, black-haired blue-eyed steaming hunk of Connecticut beefcake," they ascend to something like camp.

The book, to which Frey sold TV rights before the actual manuscript, takes place in fictional New Bethlehem, which bears a striking resemblance to his current home of New Canaan. It has caused something of a stir among members of his social set. At a party, he says, one unwitting attendee whispered to his girlfriend (a countess and equine therapist) that they'd heard the novel was "all real." He swears the characters aren't based on actual people—although, of their art collections, "Tve been in enough houses of hedge fund billionaires to know what they tend to buy." (For other details he turned to ChatGPT, searching for "the most expensive scotch in the world, or most expensive silverware in the world.")

The irony of readers sifting for facts isn't lost on Frey, "if I'm published as memoir or nonfiction, everybody goes through it and tries to figure out what's not true," he says, "if I publish it as fiction, everybody goes through it and tries to figure out what is. I sit in the middle and say, 'I wrote a book. I hope you digit.'"

KEZIAH WEIR