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This week at The Paris Review, we’re thinking about duplicity, about scam artists and liars, about cheating in all forms. Read on for Nathaniel Rich’s 2006 interview with Laura Albert, the woman behind the JT LeRoy hoax; Uzodinma Iweala’s short story “Speak No Evil”; and Alan Davies’s poem “Lies.”
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Being JT LeRoy
By Nathaniel Rich
Issue no. 178 (Fall 2006)
When you were writing, did you feel JT take over in the same way as when you were talking? Did you feel that JT was writing?
No, when I wrote I felt more like it was me trying to craft a story. He’d tell the story and I was the secretary who would take it down and say, OK, thank you, now I’m going to try to turn it into craft. But while I wouldn’t sit there and think of myself as JT, as long as I was writing I didn’t have to be Laura either.
Speak No Evil
By Uzodinma Iweala
Issue no. 181 (Summer 2007)
“Does she love you?” I asked.
He stroked my back with his fingertips right from the neck down to where it really tickles. Then he moved away from me and coughed. “Well. She loves the me she knows. And that’s all she needs to love.”
“Then why you cheating on her if you love her?”
“Because,” he said. “Because. Look you’ll find this out when you get older. Love is only half honesty. The rest is shit made up to make the other person feel good.”
By Alan Davies
Issue no. 86 (Winter 1982)
Truth is lies that have hardened.
This should be obvious from the fact that the obverse is also correct. The same obviousness obtains for correctness.
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