Three cups of memoir
This week I came across three very recommendable essays about memoir - all of them touching on the imperfect nature of memory.
Memoirist Marion Winik’s piece in the L.A. Times may have further convinced me I should wait until certain people in my life are deceased before I write about them – so that it will be “no problem!”
Lorrie Moore’s essay in The New York Review of Books, in which she reviews three memoirs, is a bit of a rebuttal to the Neil Genzlinger anti-memoir screed I railed against here and elsewhere.
In the wake of the recent debunking of Three Cups of Tea, Steve Almond’s piece on The Rumpus thoughtfully considers the ever growing number of fake memoirs, as well as our relationship to the *truth* - what ever that means.
