A memoir is often seen as a single-dimensional ‘truth’ about a writer, the writer’s self-expression or confession. A memoir, in in fact, is the writer’s perception of truth, and her need to express that perception in her chosen format.
And so, a memoir is the writer’s journey from reality of lived experience to the reality of ‘worded’ impressions.
There are things in a writer’s life that present themselves unasked, uninvited, right there at her desk; then there are moments that demand the writer’s focused attention to reveal themselves; finally there are faraway wraiths of memories that desperately seek writerly resolve, and vital emotional effort to divulge their core and deepest essence. This is the truth; so is that; and so is that.
On the other side, a reader of a memoir fixes her gaze on a single familiar face: this is what she thought, this is where she ate and…
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