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| ISBN-13: | 9781741159813 |
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| Publisher: | Allen & Unwin Pty., Limited |
| Publication date: | 05/01/2008 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 216 |
| File size: | 693 KB |
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The Memoir Book
By Patti Miller
Allen & Unwin
Copyright © 2007 Patti MillerAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-74115-981-3
CHAPTER 1
EXPLORING THE TERRITORY
WHAT IS IT like for you to be here in the world? To me, that is one of the most interesting questions of all. It is the question I want to ask the tall Tahitian girl standing in the airport queue, the pallid man at the supermarket checkout, the grey-haired woman in the beribboned hat sitting on the beach, everyone I pass on the street.
What is it like for you to be in the world? What childhood dream, or perhaps dread, led you to this point in your life? What roads travelled, or less-travelled, have you taken? What do you believe about yourself? Do you feel most at home sitting by a fire in the country or dancing in a New York nightclub? Do you like rain on your face? How many sunrises have you seen? Do you have a compass and, if so, what is it made of?
What is it like for anyone to be in the world? This is the vast and private knowledge that each one of us has — and the great mystery. No one else can really know what it is like for you to be here on this planet. Others could conceivably know everything that has happened to you, your entire history, but they still could not know how you experience being here. For me, this is the starting point for autobiographical writing and reading: a desire to express how one experiences the mystery and the journey of existing — its shape, its texture, its atmosphere — and a consuming curiosity to know how other people experience it.
Still, the desire to express one's experiences in writing is, by itself, not enough. Life is made of flesh and blood and tables and trees and office buildings; writing is made of words — can one level of reality be transmuted into the other? Post-modernist thought suggests that words can never represent life; they can only represent a parallel world of words, a world of signs. Words are not a 'window' through which we can see reality, they are more like permanent contact lenses that construct the world we see according to the colour and thickness of the lens. More than that, the 'lens' also shapes our inner world. For example, our concept of the complex set of feelings and bodily responses we have in relation to another person is shaped by the words 'romantic love'. The feelings themselves are to some extent formed and shaped by the words. It is almost impossible to imagine (because we use words to imagine too) how we could experience the world without language. Still, acknowledging our 'lens', accepting that words will always form our perceptions and conceptions of our experience, we can still try to set down what and how we see through and with them.
The demand for autobiographical writing reveals that many of us share the desire to know what life is like for others. And many of us share the desire to tell our own stories. The journey of writing — in our case life writing, and more specifically 'memoir' — has its own paths and signposts and changing terrains to be explored.
Life writing? Autobiography? Memoir?
What is the difference between life writing and autobiography? Or autobiography and memoir? And what about 'memoirs' — add an 's' and is it something else again? Defining the territory could be useful before heading off on the journey.
There are many definitions, but let's agree that 'life writing' means non-fiction writing on subjects of personal experience and observation; it includes autobiography, biography, memoir, memoirs, personal essay, and travel and sojourn writing.
Autobiography is generally agreed to be an account of a whole life — from one's origins to the present. (For the most part Writing Your Life: A Journey of Discovery discussed how to write autobiography.) It can include some family history but concentrates on the individual life, exploring childhood experience, personal development, relationships, career — in fact anything that the autobiographer wants to include.
Biography seems clearly enough an account of someone else's life, although it too can spread out at its edges to include elements of memoir. The biographer can become part of the story. For example, Poppy by Drusilla Modjeska started out being a biography of her mother but became as much a memoir and even, in places, fiction.
Memoir is an aspect of a life shaped by any number of parameters, including time, place, topic or theme. One can write a memoir of childhood, or of a year in Turkmenistan, or of a relationship with a parent. While autobiography 'moves in a dutiful line from birth to fame, omitting nothing significant, memoir assumes the life and ignores most of it' (Inventing the Truth, William Zinsser). A memoir can be article length or book length. Travel and sojourn writing are also part of memoir, although they have some particular requirements of their own.
The distinctions become even more complicated when we consider memoirs, which naturally enough can easily be confused with memoir. Both memoir and memoirs are about an aspect of life, true, but memoirs have come to mean the reminiscences of the famous in relation to their public achievements. An army general or a politician might be expected to write memoirs — and in them we would expect insight into military campaigns or political machinations, rather than insight into the writer's relationship with their mother or other aspects of their private personality.
The personal essay is a genre closely related to memoir in that it often includes the writer's personal memories, but it is quite distinct in that memories are not included for their own sake, but at the service of an idea. Personal essays explore ideas and use a variety of elements — facts, imagination, humour and memories — to enhance that exploration.
While the focus of this book is memoir, there are many issues that apply just as much to general autobiographical writing. In most ways, the same concerns affect memoir and autobiography writers — and for you, the writer, the definitions and distinctions may not be relevant until your manuscript reaches the publisher, who must then decide how to categorise it!
Apart from categories, a memoir is simply an impression of being, a record of memory. Not long ago, I saw cave paintings in the Les Eyzies district in the south-west of France where Cro-Magnon tribesmen had painted images of bison, horses and ibex on the dark walls of their subterranean gallery. They had taken red iron oxide and black magnesium oxide and mixed them with clay and water and blown the mixture through bone pipes to create the drawings. As I gazed at the image of one magnificent bison painted fourteen thousand years ago — sensitively sketched, accurately proportioned — it struck me that the tribesman had, in a way, left a memoir. He had given me a small aspect of his experience, his perception of a significant part of his daily life. More than that, he let me see him recalling, selecting, concentrating, creating — being human.
Perhaps, as anthropologists have suggested, his purpose was magical rather than artistic. Perhaps he was trying to capture the strength of the bison for himself, or induce the bison to be captured. In any case, he was trying to accurately convey what he saw and understood, to express what was in his mind. It seemed to me that if this young man — as I imagined the artist — in an animal skin fourteen thousand years ago, felt the need to create a physical image of his experience, to record his perceptions, then it must be a necessary human activity. A pen or computer is not so different to a bone pipe, a drawing not so different to words. It affirmed my belief that it is not an indulgence, but a requirement of the human spirit to try to communicate the curious nature of being.
A confession
I probably should, here at the beginning, confess the true extent of my passion to know what life is like for other people. It goes back many years and has become a defining characteristic.
When I was fifteen, Pope Paul VI came to Australia — to Randwick racecourse in Sydney, to be exact. My father, being devoutly religious, wanted to see him, but since we lived four hundred kilometres from Sydney, an overnight stay was necessary. We had very little money and there were five children still living at home at that point, so it seemed impossible. However, my aunt, who worked in a motel on the western edge of the city, arranged for us all to stay there at a reduced rate.
The next morning we gathered at a small fibro church with the local parishioners and boarded a chartered bus which took us across the vast suburbs of the city all the way to Randwick racecourse. I can still remember my excitement, the feeling that surely this was going to be wonderful, life changing, as I climbed down from the bus. We hurried in, but hundreds of thousands of people had already arrived and our group was well back from the altar constructed in the middle of the racecourse. All I could see was a tiny figure in the distance and all I could hear was faint, heavily accented English, the actual words barely discernible as a choppy wind blew them away. Despite my eagerness, revelation did not come.
But on the drive back across the endless suburbs, something did happen that changed my life. Seeing all those houses, all those gardens and front windows and curtains, I was suddenly and inexplicably overcome with a hunger to know what all the lives lived behind those curtains were really like. It pained me, a real, if dull pain in my solar plexus, that I did not — and could not — know how each life was experienced. What it was really like, not just what it looked like. How is it for you to be in the world? That's what I wanted to ask every person in the suburbs as they watched the television news and wondered at all those people crammed in the racecourse to see a tiny Italian man. That's what I wanted to ask all the parishioners sitting in the bus with me.
That's still what I want to know. How is it for you to be in the world? I feel the hunger to know when I travel on a train, or sit in a café, or stand in a queue at the supermarket, or visit my mother in her retirement village. I feel it when I am attending any gathering of people I don't know. I want to go up to each person and ask him or her, what is it like for you to be here in this world with only a set of stories to guide you? How do you do it? How do I do it?
Writing a memoir is a way of exploring that question. It is a genre wide and deep enough to allow us to explore any of the questions murmuring or shouting under a life, flexible enough for us to be able to evoke both the beauty and the terror of being here. Memoir is a vessel that changes according to what is put in it, sometimes it is formal and elegant, sometimes laid-back and laconic. In writing a memoir, you are returning to the well of literature, the place where you are trying to make words say what it is like to be here in the mystery of existing at all.
CHAPTER 2FOLLOW THE HEAT — BEGINNING, AGAIN
ONE OF MY favourite cartoons is by Australian cartoonist Michael Leunig. It shows a distressed man with wide-open, exhausted eyes, sitting in a doctor's consulting room. He says, desperately,'Doctor, I have a book inside me.' The doctor reassures him that most people have a book in them and that he can refer him to a publisher. The man cries out that he just wants to be rid of it — to have it surgically removed, or dissolved with herbs, or some sort of therapy ...
I understand completely this man's distress — sometimes it would be easier if the urge to write could be treated as an illness. The urge keeps growing, won't go away, but still it is difficult to know how or where to 'cure' it. You may not even have decided whether what you want to write is fiction or non-fiction — a short story, novel, or memoir. And what exactly is it going to be about? What shall you start with? And do you have enough material for it to be a book? Even if you are an experienced writer, finding the right genre, clarifying the subject and knowing where to start can seem daunting. Perhaps you have already started and you have come to a full stop. Given that you feel you have a book inside you — and given that you are not going to have surgery or try herbal remedies — what are the steps to take?
Clarifying your subject
What can a memoir be about? The short answer is: anything and everything. Here is a quick selection of memoirs from my bookshelf: Cecilia by Cecilia Inglis explores the experience of leaving a convent after thirty years as a nun; Holy Cow by Sarah Macdonald recounts a humorous search for truth in India; The Blue Jay's Dance by Louise Erdrich is a meditation on nature written during the first year after her baby was born; A Thousand Days in Venice by Marlena de Blasi tells the story of love at first sight in Venice; Toast by Nigel Slater is a chef 's childhood memories of food; and That Oceanic Feeling by Fiona Capp explores a mid-life return to surfing. There is really no limit to the possible contents of memoir.
Memoir can explore any experience of being human and can be shaped by any number of parameters or themes. It can be delineated by a time and place: Out of Africa, by Karen Blixen; a relationship: Velocity, by Mandy Sayer; an illness: Forever Today, by Deborah Wearing; social issues: Once in a House on Fire, by Andrea Ashworth; a journey: Desert Places by Robyn Davidson; or even an abstract idea: The Last One Who Remembers, my own first memoir. Whatever you have done, whatever has happened to you, whatever concerns you, is a fit subject for memoir. Write any list of things that have happened in your life and you will have created a list of topics.
Sometimes you may not have clarified your subject, or its parameters. Don't let that stop you writing — if you wait until everything is clear and organised in your mind, you may never get started. Even without a properly defined subject, you can still start writing various memories and ideas that interest you. Your precise subject can emerge over time. The manuscript that became my second memoir, Whatever The Gods Do, began as notes on singing lessons I took one summer. Over a long period of time and many drafts, a memoir emerged about a friend who had died and my relationship to her young son. I had very little idea when I began what it would become, but the story itself seemed to know where it was going all along. It is important to learn to trust the gestation process that goes on underneath the conscious mind.
It doesn't mean that you can sit watching television and eating chocolate every evening and the story will grow perfectly formed inside you! But neither does it mean you should allow a lack of clear direction or shape to prevent you from starting. You can help the gestation process in a number of ways. For example, you can clarify your topic by doing some 'pre-writing' — that is, start writing the thoughts floating around in your head. You are not writing the memoir, you are writing about it. This 'pre-writing' is a ramble, a kind of scaffolding, from which you explore the general territory. It can be very helpful in clarifying the material and the worth of your story.
'Composting' your material is also useful. Often, experience feels monolithic and can take time to break down into usable writing elements. Many times in writing classes, students tackle events which are too recent, and not only are they overwhelmed by the events emotionally, they also find their writing 'lumpy' and raw, much like the original materials of a compost heap. Time is partly the solution. Write immediate impressions certainly, straight after a birth or death or divorce or whatever you have experienced, but do not expect that this will necessarily be the final or truest word on the matter.
Experience needs to be filtered through the weathers of the self, remade by the processes of reflection, until it finds its richest form. You can help this process along by 'digging' over the memory, that is, writing about different aspects of it, testing out ways of approaching it, experimenting with starting in different places. I recently watched a documentary about the creation of 'Imagine', the song by John Lennon, and it was fascinating and reassuring to see such an accomplished artist try and then discard all sorts of possible arrangements until he came up with the song that is an anthem of hope even today. The process of creation is not a straight line but an experimental process with lots of trial and error. Feel free to make mistakes!
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Prologue,1. Exploring the Territory,
2. Follow the Heat — Beginning, again,
3. The Importance of Madeleines — Remembering,
4. The Storyteller's Seat — Narrating position,
5. Making Tapestry — Texture and detail,
6. Finding Form — Structural troubleshooting,
7. The magic spell — Narrative,
8. True Confessions — Truth-telling,
9. The Big 'I' — Self-indulgence and context,
10. Wish You Were Here — Travel writing,
11. Random Provocations — The personal essay,
12. Borderlands — Memoir and fiction,
13. A Reiteration,
Reading List,
Acknowledgements,