James Frey’s memoir ‘A million little pieces’ is a brutally honest, self critical review of an addict’s road to recovery, or should I say survival. The memoir takes a beautiful poetic tone, revealing the raw emotion and vulnerability which Frey feels daily. "There is no fear. Absolutely no fear. When one lives without fear, one cannot be broken. When one lives with fear one is broken before one begins to live." Emotion is a key aspect within the book; I felt as if I had experienced James’ life with him, tasted the humiliation, remorse and horror, and it left me wanting more.
Frey doesn’t glamorize the process of rehabilitation; he reveals the desperation and the need for the drugs that will eventually kill him. As the memoir progresses, we discover a new James, who in turn is discovering himself. He battles against his permanent struggle to uncover his inner peace, instead of taking refuse in a bottle or taking drugs. His process unravels through a few stages; anger, running and then opening up. "Be patient and wait. Your mud will settle. Your water will be clear."
The involvement of relationships becomes the concrete support base of Frey’s recovery. Frey begins as a plain talking, rude, trouble twenty three year old, whose tragic flaw is self destruction. “Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember.” Frey begin to open up, taking part in the family programme, talking to Lilly; indulging in some gruesome details of his past that he usually keeps hidden in his subconscious memory. Frey illustrates the reactions of those closest to him, revealing the disappointment, doubt and disgrace that his family feel. However, I found it intriguing how Frey reveals his family to love and care about him, when he felt that they shouldn’t. It made me feel sorry for his family but realise the strength of the bond between a parent and their child.
There is no in-between within Frey’s writing; there is only black and white, light and dark, alcoholic and t-total. He understands that he is an addict, and gets frustrated when people don’t realise that fact, and with that he believes he is a total waste. I found his writing style a breath of fresh air; I haven’t read anything like this. Even though it literally is Frey completing his daily routing, fighting the urges to take drugs and drink it is a captivating and intriguing piece.
A million little pieces is an authentic account of a life which is accurately in a million pieces, and it is placed together with time-staking labour and support. This is a gripping novel which you will find extremely difficult to put down.













