Can You Ever Forgive Me? Memoirs of a Literary Forger [Deckle Edge] [Hardcover]

Lee Israel (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: August 5, 2008

Before turning to the criminal life, running a onewoman forgery scam out of an Upper West Side studio shared with her tortoiseshell cat, and dodging the FBI, Lee Israel enjoyed a celebrated reputation as an author. When her writing career suddenly took a turn for the worse, she conceived of the astonishing literary scheme that fooled even many of the experts. Forging hundreds of letters from such collectible luminaries as Dorothy Parker, Noël Coward, and Lillian Hellman -- and recreating their autographs with a flourish -- Israel sold her "memorabilia" to dealers across the country, producing a collection of pitch-perfect imitations virtually indistinguishable from the voices of their real-life counterparts. Exquisitely written, with reproductions of her marvelous forgeries, Can You Ever Forgive Me? is Israel's delightful, hilarious memoir of a brilliant and audacious literary crime caper.

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Amazon.com Review

Amazon Best of the Month, August 2008: If David Carr's voluminous, well-documented Night of the Gun is the Warren Report of apologetic memoirs, Lee Israel's Can You Ever Forgive Me? is its cheeky, slim opposite. Barely repentant and witheringly funny, Israel recalls her short life of literary crime as, first, the forger of signed letters by such personages as Dorothy Parker, Noel Coward, and Louise Brooks, and then, more desperately, an out-and-out thief of such documents, all for resale to dealers and collectors. She has nearly as much fun telling her story as she did as a forger, and she proudly includes many examples of her handiwork (two of her Coward fakes passed muster enough to be included in the authoritative Letters of Noel Coward). Reading her memoir, it's no surprise she could take on the roles of these legendary wits; she's a master of the cutting, brilliant observation that made her subjects famous (her portrait of her hapless criminal partner is vicious and priceless). No doubt they would have found her an excellent correspondent. --Tom Nissley

From Publishers Weekly

SignatureReviewed by Edward Dolnick Forgery is a strange crime because, until the police show up, the victims never know they've been done wrong. Muggings and thefts leave no such doubts. Even so, forgers themselves are seldom captivating figures. Reliant on the artists they imitate, they give off only reflected light. Lee Israel specialized in forged letters. Over the course of two years (1991–1992), she churned out hundreds of brief letters supposedly written by the likes of Noël Coward, Lillian Hellman, Dorothy Parker and a host of lesser names from the suburbs of celebrity. Most of the letters are mundane. That sounds like trouble, but Israel knew better. Her buyers didn't mind. They didn't want art; they wanted the whiff of authenticity. A few homey sentences only strengthened the illusion. Once Israel had tossed in a tiny joke and added a bold signature, she was home free. I loved your flowers, thoughtful boy, Edna Ferber supposedly wrote to an unnamed acquaintance. They were waiting impatiently for me when I returned from Main Chance.But Israel overreached. When she turned from peddling her own fakes to selling genuine letters she had stolen from libraries (after substituting her forgeries), the FBI came calling. She tells her story briskly—at 128 small pages, the book is thin to the point of anorexia—and devotes more time to self-mockery than self-justification. Israel had learned to recognize a grabby letter in the course of researching celebrity biographies. She produced books on Tallulah Bankhead, Dorothy Kilgallen and Estée Lauder, then fell on hard times. She conned her way back to financial respectability by peddling gossipy, scandalous forgeries to spectacularly incurious dealers. Crime hardly gets more small-time. Israel sold her letters for $100 each. The most famous literary forgers, like Clifford Irving, played for million-dollar stakes. Israel stuck to smaller game. She needed hardly any equipment beyond some vintage typewriters from a secondhand shop and a stack of biographies and collections of published letters. Then she plucked out the best lines, added a few innocuous sentences as padding and occasionally threw in one-liners of her own. Can you ever forgive me? is a line she put in the mouth of Dorothy Parker.Two of Israel's fakes made it into The Letters of Noël Coward, published in 2007. So she tells us, at any rate, and probably it is true. Israel reprints both letters; she might have copied them from the Coward volume, but that seems like a lot of trouble. But who can be sure? The hard fate of forgers is that, even when they tell the truth, they find themselves caught like the boy who cried wolf. Illus. (Aug.)Edward Dolnick won an Edgar award for The Rescue Artist. His new book, The Forger's Spell, was just published by Harper.
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Product Details

• Hardcover: 144 pages
• Publisher: Simon & Schuster; Reprint edition (August 5, 2008)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1416588671
• ISBN-13: 978-1416588672
• Product Dimensions: 8.3 x 5.8 x 0.7 inches
• Shipping Weight: 8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 3.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (21 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,290,034 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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7 of 7 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars I give it two stars for holding my attention. That's it., November 9, 2008

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hawthorne wood "hawthorne wood" (santa fe, new mexico) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Can You Ever Forgive Me? Memoirs of a Literary Forger (Hardcover)

This book is a sleazy, tongue in cheek "amends" from a sociopath/psychopath, whatever they are calling people who basically have no feelings of remorse whatsoever for their ill deeds. Another word is "smarmy." Icky. Lee Israel is a grifter, and her story is not amusing. However, it is riveting, in that it is a rare view into an empty soul. What makes her so annoying is that she is "clever" but displays no real depth. She speaks about the people who helped her - and others who became trapped in her web - in coldly unemotional, scornful terms. A man with whom she was friends - and a fellow con - gets AIDS, which she turns into a witty riff. It's as if the devil himself were speaking of his mischief as somehow adorable - and a "take" on the vagaries of his own -and human - nature. There is evil here, wrapped up in an Eloise-at-the-Plaza, chirpy, cringe-worthy patter. She uses words to manipulate the reader into chuckling along with her self-aggrandizing story. I learned long ago, as a writer, not to trust my clever way with words. This is all style - little substance. Lee Israel is not a literary light - she's just a thieving b---h. What hurts is that darling Dorothy Parker and Noel Coward, among others, were so victimized by this heartless creature.

17 of 21 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Out of the Depths, August 5, 2008

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Once upon a time journalist Lee Israel was a well-connected Manhattan based journalist with the world at her fingertips; her forte, well-researched biographies of what David Plante called "difficult women" gave her entrée into a glittering world of celebrity and real accomplishment. Her book on Tallulah Bankhead is really great, and her Kilgallen book is still the best single volume on the complicated reporter--one of the best biographies, in fact, of any midcentury journalist. The world was at Lee Israel's feet but, as she acknowledges now, a series of bad decisions and a horrifying addiction to alcohol laid her low in the 1980s; by the time the nineties began the woman who had spent thousands a year in taxis and flowers alone was on welfare--when she could get it.

She began her "first trimester of crime" by stealing a clutch of Fanny Brice letters, then moved onto forgery by adding bogus postscripts to Brice's somewhat dull news, once she realized that the spicier the content, the more likely dealers would offer big bucks.

Then she began manufacturing letters wholesale, often starting with what she calls an "ur letter," one from which she could extrapolate the general emotional tone of the writer, and above all else, one from which she could practice the signature to success by due diligence. (Her account of "inventing the lightbox" is surrealistic, unsettling.) Noel Coward, Louise Brooks, and Lillian Hellman were her cash cows, and with Edna Ferber--chosen for the extreme simplicity of her signature--and Dorothy Parker, she could milk her own caustic wit and alcoholic bonhomie.

Eventually she got caught--rather quickly in fact--and the suspense of how she is going to get busted pervades the second half of the book. She was on probation for years, and is still persona non grata at many libraries, research centers, and of course, autograph dealers hate her to this day.

She is as blisteringly harsh on herself as Jean Rhys was, and like Rhys she casts a cold eye on the class structures embodied in late capitalism that condemn clever women to the dustheap of history. You ask yourself how a writer could abase herself so fearlessly, but maybe the alcohol burned off Lee Israel's shame long ago. How many people are making a living off of "signed" photos of Brad and Angelina on Ebay as we speak? Do even authors write letters any more--those quaint pieces of paper things? Israel's crime is site-specific--it couldn't have happened anywhere except ritzy, pricey Manhattan Island--and it's specific to a certain era as well. Her book is an extraordinary performance, a De Profundis for our times.

44 of 59 people found the following review helpful:

1.0 out of 5 stars No shame, August 5, 2008

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David H. Lowenherz (New York, NY) - See all my reviews
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As the dealer who took his suspicions to the FBI regarding Lee Israel's forgeries and theft of rare letters from Columbia University, and participated in the operation that caught her, I am appalled by the tone of the press coverage Ms. Israel's book has recently received. Among the list of forgers New York Times Book reviewer Thomas Mallon mentions in his review, could also be added the name of Mark Hofmann, the 1980s forger of Mormon history, who not only defrauded dozens of dealers and betrayed his co-religionists, but murdered several people in the process. Maybe he, too, will write a "pretty damned fabulous book about [his] misadventures" and get royalties for a breezy memoir detailing his escapades. While Ms. Israel profits, many of the people she harmed and still owes money to should consider whether the "Son of Sam" law, designed to reimburse victims of a crime when the perpetrator sells her story, should be implemented. The book may be entertaining, but her betrayal, greed and immorality, are not so amusing to the scholars, collectors, dealers, and institutions she hurt. That her memoir should receive the imprimatur of Simon and Schuster says as much about the morality of publishers as her cashing in on her misdeeds. Have they no shame?