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The Myerson Betrayal

Yes, you read it right, that's my take on it the Myerson debacle - it can be summed up as nothing short of a betrayal. Some, like Yasmin Alabiah-Brown, have claimed that Myerson is doing nothing wrong in writing of her son as The Lost Child, that all writers draw on shared experiences and people they know - but, I don't know of many who do it so blatantly as branding it 'A True Story', whose only outcome could be on shaming their son. If Jake Myerson is a fully-fledged addict then having his life splayed out in the public domain would do nothing to bring him back from the edge of Skunk-dom, if anything it would give him every reason to continue what he's doing, if indeed that is the case. Many agree it could be nothing more than a phase. We don't know the ins and outs of Jake's ingestion habits/hobbies. We also don't know the ins and outs of the Myerson's family past or present. But the future doesn't look exactly healthy, although the rushing into publication of the book in question may mean their finances are in a healthier situation, capitalising on the media furore. Myerson was also interviewed on Newsnight by Paxman last night and I have to say I cringed for her. One can only imagine that the publisher's PR department persuaded her what a brilliant opportunity the Newsnight interview would be, possibly even conferring an air of middle-class respectability to her 'quest' to 'share' with other parents the turmoil of living with a skunk smoking teen. But the interview was anything but brilliant. She came across only as scatty and neurotic. Myerson does not come across well on television at all. I remember seeing her on BBC4's The Book Quiz and she played the dumb blonde to a tee, twiddling her hair and asking what relatively simple words meant, which at one point drew a gasp of disbelief from the host, Kirsty Wark.

Once this dies down - and it will - Myerson may find her 'literary' reputation damaged beyond repair. And her son may just find that just recompense.

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