Wednesday, September 5, 2012



I have spent parts of many days over many years writing my memoir.  Some people have asked me, Who will want to read a memoir about somebody who  is not a celebrity?
I have a confession.  Most of my favorite memoirs have been written by people who are just people.  They are not movie stars, senators, congresspeople, or criminals.  Some are written by well known authors.
A few favorites.
The Liar's Club by Mary Karr. Much is written in present tense. Tells of a hard childhood.
The Road from Corain by Jill Ker Connway.  Tells of drought in Australia.
An American Childhood by Annie Dillard.  Is an exquisite exploration of the development of her senses.
Speak Memory by Vladimir Nabokov.  This covers many years in Russia, Paris and Berlin.
Family by Ian frazier. This book covers 200 years of middle class life.  Obviously Frazier had to do lots of research and travel.
Report to Greco by Nikos Kazantzakis.  Includes events that I will never forget including when as a child his dead has him kiss the feet of a dead Greek man so that the boy will never forget.

There are some useful books on how to write memoir. Unfortunately most of them do not include advice on doing research.  My memoir does not fit into a small box.  In the writing I have crossed the country from my current residence in the western U.S. and have talked with people and have done documentary research in Wisconsiin, Alabama, North Carolina and California.  I am also using many oral interviews.  It includes an examination of the family stained glass business in the nineteen thirties.  The memoir is also in two volumes. The first publication will emphasize my life. The second volume will emphasize the lives of everybody else emphasizing creative people.  The first volume focusing on my life starts out with a kid getting kicked out of school by nuns.  Obviously he is a bad apple.  I can't imagine why anyone  would want to read a book by a bad apple.

1 comment:

Rupert Schmitt writers blog said...

I apologize. Do you remember that old song,My eyes are dim, I have not brought my specs with me. That song is about John J. Jinkelheimer Schmitt.
Sometimes therefore in my posts you will notice some typos, dad may be spelled Dead. Now some dads are dead so that may be OK at times. When an author has typos, it is a clue to the reader that his eyes are dim, he has not brought his specs with him.