Three Memoirists, One Big Book Giveaway
TRY SOME HOSPITALITY, I always say, and when I do, the students in my memoir class frequently look a little stunned. They’re not in the room to learn etiquette, after all, so why would I mention the h-word? Simple: You cannot write memoir without it. Or didn’t you know that? It’s one of the many tactics I describe in my new book, The Memoir Project: A Thoroughly Non-Standardized Text for Writing & Life. A little more on hospitality, and a chance to win one of six copies in a giveaway this week with two memoirist “sisters:”
I’m talking about being hospitable to your work, and that begins with taking notes. To do so, you need to get in the habit of carrying an index card in each pocket. That way, you can capture what you see, hear and remember. This does not require an expensive digital recorder, leather notebook or Cartier pen. That’s showing off. Being hospitable begins with the tools you need for writing what you know—index cards, notebooks, pens—and then paying attention to the goods, the scenes from your life you will choose among to illustrate your argument.
Argument, you say? Hold the phone. Can we be hospitable and still argue?
We can, and we must.
Consider the work of the women with whom I am running this book giveaway, Katrina Kenison and Margaret Roach. Both accomplished memoirists, they each have an argument, both of which are revealed from the moment you read their books’ titles. Katrina’s great memoir, The Gift of An Ordinary Day, and Margaret’s gorgeous And I Shall Have Some Peace There, both argue for the ability to find happiness, peace, and even some great provocation, right in your own back yard. Just like Dorothy’s red shoes, these writers both argue in their books, you already possess what you need to thrive. The gift is to see it that way. Would you like to see their arguments in a beautiful format? Katrina’s video is a fine, joyful persuasion to embrace her train of thought; Margaret’s book trailer conveys her argument beautifully.
And what a fine argument it is.
How to learn to find an argument worth making amid the enormous story that is your life?
Well, I said be hospitable, but I’m not going to give it all away away here. For more, I hope you’ll read my new book.
How to Win 1 of 6 Copies of
The Memoir Project
MARGARET, KATRINA AND I are each giving away two copies of my new book The Memoir Project: A Thoroughly Non-Standardized Text for Writing & Life, and all you have to do to win is comment, answering the question:
What memoir that you have read mattered to you, and why?
Copy and paste your comment onto all three of our blogs to triple your chances of winning—again, each of us has two copies to share, and we’ll all draw winners at random (using the tool at random dot org) after entries close at midnight Saturday, June 18.
- Here.
- On Margaret’s book blog.
- And on Katrina Kenison’s, author of “The Gift of an Ordinary Day,” whose message has been heard not just in print but by nearly 1.6 million YouTube viewers so far.
Now we are pretty flexible, we three, so even if you don’t want to name a book, or have a title but not a reason why, that’s OK. Simply say, “I want to win,” or “Count me in” or some such, and your entry will be official. But remember: copy and paste it on all three blogs at the links bulleted above. Good luck! (And we can’t wait to see the booklist you help generate with your replies.)
The Gift of an Ordinary Day touched my life in so many ways. Also, years ago I loved reading Gifts from the Sea, by Ann Morrow Lindbergh. I may re-read it now that I am older. My grandmother wrote a two page memoir of her life just a few years before she passed away at age 93! Pretty awesome for an immigrant from Europe who never went to school part 5th grade. She had a simple life, and a hard life,but had it not been for her sacrifices, I would not have had the opportunities that I did in my life.
Nuala O’Faolain’s ‘Are you Somebody?’ and Jeanette Walls’ ‘The Glass Castle’ are two of my favorite memoirs. As I thought about your question, I realized that there were some strong threads that bound these stories in my mind.
Both O’Faolain and Walls, very different women with very different backgrounds, lived through unconventional and harrowing childhoods that, if followed to their natural conclusions, might have made them into angry women living small, stunted lives. Instead, each used her past to empower her future.
The evolution came at a cost, and how they unravel the damages, overcoming some of them, accepting others, is as compelling to read about as the story of their coming of age.
The honesty, openness, and generosity of these writers is equaled only by their powerful, poetic writing. I’ve recommended these books again and again. They stand in stark contrast to the many self-indulgent “tell-all” memoirs that in fact tell us very little about the human condition.
Thanks for reminding of how much these books have meant to me.
The Gift of an Ordinary Day has definitely made an impact on my life. Having 2 children near the same age as Katrina’s, I was having many of the same feelings that she did. It was very touching. You find comfort in the fact that others have the same feelings you do.
“Gift from the Sea”, by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, is memorable to me. When I read this several years ago I was struck by the timelessness of where the focus of our minds lie and the wishes we have.
The memoir that had the most impact on me was “The Year of Magical Thinking” by Joan Didion (sp?).
It was while in the midst of a difficult year, my brothers unexpected death, moving across country, leaving a job that I loved and I felt like I was going crazy, her writing calmed my heart, it helped me find some peace and the reminder that this too shall pass, and in the meantime it helped me map my own path through grief.
I love serendipity . . .especially when it brings together writers with a shared admiration for other writers. Christine Kluge is a dear friend and a gifted artist. So nice of you to share your appreciation on my blog. Now that I’ve visited yours, I know I’ll be back.
Mary Karr’s The Liars Club is one of the most powerful memoirs I have ever read – it shows how fragile and tender the web of childhood really is.
Thanks for entering me.
Dorit Sasson
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The Teacher’s Diversity Coach
I recently read Devotion by Dani Shapiro which moved me profoundly. As I tread lightly upon the road between atheism and agnosticism, I felt that Shapiro’s book explored faith and spirituality with greater courage and self-inspection than I am yet to muster.
The Gift of an Ordinary Day and Eat, Pray, Love are two of my favorites!
Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s, Gifts from the Sea, is my go-to book for life lessons, a moment for the gift of breath, and to know I am not alone. It has been my internal conversation for my and on my life.
I would love to add to my precious collection with such extraordinary books!
I’ve read several memoirs, each wonderful, causing reflection and change in my life. Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s, The Gift from the Sea, was the first memoir I read and I read it over and over, ever wanting more from other women. Joan Anderson’s, A Year by the Sea, was the second, and it left me yearning to get away and go on a retreat. Katrina Kennison’s, The Gift of an Ordinary Day, has become such a friend to me. I’ve read it so many times and find such comfort it it that I simply pick it up, open to any page, and read when I need peace. The one that caused me to reach the most though was Karen Ely’s, Daring to Dream. Since reading it, I have worked with Karen with several of her personal mentoring programs and through these, I have woken a part of myself that had been buried for so very long. I will never let my soul sleep again…
Man’s Search for Meaning by Elie Wiesel helped me understand the essence of the human spirit in the face of struggle but Rick Bragg is my favorite memoirist with his beautiful prose. Now I am pitching my own memoir and praying an agent will consent to pick it up. It is as follows:
Fifteen years ago, our fourth child, Noah, was born and our ark was complete—two girls, two boys. Our Peace Corps romance rocked along, blending my Mayflower Society heritage with my husband Andy’s west-coast logging roots. And we were snug in the belly of a loving, extended family—living across the street from Andy’s sister and her family of four girls.
Fourteen years ago, Noah was run over by one of those girls—his sixteen-year-old cousin.
Thirteen years ago, our fifth child, Jonah, died before birth.
Nine years ago, my doctor was put on trial for the death of Jonah. My sister-in-law voluntarily testified against us.
Nine days later the jury found my doctor guilty and we were granted absolution from Jonah’s death.
The Light of the Son (92,000 words) is my memoir about every parent’s worst nightmare—the death of their children. But more so, it an expose’ on human nature in the face of a crisis and the extent a mother will go to protect her kids. This is my story about surviving unbearable loss by realizing what sacrifices needed to be made and the strength I found to keep my family from sinking.
There are so many compelling memoirs; it is impossible for me to pick one favorite. However, two (not mutually exclusive) categories stand out: life stories of unconventional childhoods and chronicles of personal transformation. When all the World Was Young: A Memoir by Barbara Holland and The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls both tell of highly unusual childhoods. Men write great memoirs too! I have just finished reading Homer Hickam’s three-book memoir, Rocket Boys, The Coalwood Way, and Sky of Stone. Not only does he have a remarkable childhood/coming of age experience, he is a gifted writer. A mystery novel cannot surpass the suspense and drama of Sky of Stone. As for personal transformation, no one writes better than Martha Beck. To see what I mean, read Expecting Adam and Leaving the Saints: How I Lost the Mormons and Found My Faith.
I recently read, and loved, Goat Songs by Brad Kessler. What profound lessons are to be found in facing daily challenges and savoring simple pleasures with honesty and thankfulness.
I have read and reread Katrina’s The Gift of an Ordinary Day. It has been a wonderful touchstone as my own teen boys (17 and 18) are being launched into the world. Currently I am reading Blood, Bones and Butter by Gabrielle Hamilton. I highly recommend it.
thank you for this exquisite offering. books: as a teenager, gelsey kirkland’s dancing on my grave (because she had the courage to tell the truth, and that floored me)…and most recently, claire dederer’s poser (because she told the truth about striving to be good/perfect and learning to live in the real/now) and katrina kenison’s the gift of an ordinary day (because you/she bravely told the truth about motherhood, and i felt seen). my life has been expanded by these women’s life stories, and my gratitude to you/them is profound.
I would love to win, but am delighted just to share in this opportunity to sing praises with other lovers of memoir for this, one of my absolute favorite forms of writing to read (and I hope, to write).
My favorites are too many to name, but include most recently “And I Shall Have Some Peace There”, Margaret Roach; and “One Hundred Names For Love”, Diane Ackerman. I have devoured and enjoyed anything & everything by Anne Lamott, Maya Angelou, Barbara Kingsolver… and one of my earliest and most favorite memoirs which I have read and reread is “Northern Farm” by Henry Beston.
I love them for their humanity, their poetic descriptiveness, their reminding me how connected we all are even by our feelings of disconnectedness. They have given me images of beauty and sorrow and pain shared and joy and wonder… they have taken me out of and more importantly maybe, helped me back to myself.
I have always written; to and for myself & to others… I have dreamed of writing more, of reaching wider/farther with my writing. I have been told many times by dear friends that I must write! So here’s hoping I am on the path to more writing and that perhaps I may touch the hearts & minds of a larger audience.
Many thanks to you all for what you have written and shared. And for encouraging others to do so too. Blessings…. Sarah
The Gift of an Ordinary Day made a huge difference ot me. No question about it. Not only did it enrich my life in the reading, but it gave me the final little bit of courage I needed to tackle a memoir of my own memoir- which is exactly why I must read this book.
P.S. I’m delighted to “meet” you through Katrina, and look forward to looking around a bit while I’m here!
I found you through Katrina. Can’t wait to read your book. If she loves it, I know I will too. I’ve had a memoir in progress for six years now and would love some renewal of vision that it seems this new book might offer.
To name a favorite memoir, I’d have to say ‘Here If You Need Me’, by Kate Braestrup. I loved the way she took some pretty crappy circumstances in life and made them beautiful…then wrote about it beautifully too!
Judy
Hopefully I won’t look too sycophantic but Margaret’s book had a huge impact on me this year. Here’s what I wrote on Amazon…
“I love words. Language and alliteration are the stuff of play in my world, but nothing prepared me for diving into the “soundtrack” of Margaret’s dropout memoir.
Yes, the book does have a literal soundtrack – yet another brilliant use of layering media in this multi-platform, digital, non-linear age. I confess: I haven’t listened to the actual play list, I tend toward the silent. But I loved the brief snippets of lyrics and references throughout the book evoking song – my favorites were those of Johnny Cash.
No, the soundtrack I talking about it that of Margaret herself. Her language is syncopated; it riffs with a personal syntax and love of punctuation that must surely be a response to her years of heavy editing and style strictures. Love it.
What do you do when you discover someone else has beaten you to writing your own (wished for) autobiography ala Gertrude Stein’s “Autobiography of Alice B Toklas”? You read it in one sitting… and then you start over and read it again. Wouldn’t you want to know how the story ends?”