BE HOSPITABLE. I have only one maxim in my office—a little index card that reads, “Be hospitable”— and it has been there through four books, countless magazine pieces, radio essays, blog posts, and op-eds. It’s good memoir writing advice. Why? It works.
Being hospitable begins with preparing a clean, well-lighted desk to report to each day, and reporting to it each day, at the same time if possible. Even if 45 minutes is all you can allot, allot it, and show up.
Being hospitable requires that you slow down the process, and do some reporting before you being to write. Carry an index card in a pocket, and in your wallet, and the next time you watch Meryl Streep transport herself from one emotion to the next, note the spare gesture she employs. Capture effective dialogue you overhear. When you attend your daughter’s fourth grade piano recital, jot down an impression or two. It’s okay, I promise, since it beats the hell out of all those other parents texting on their Blackberries.
In order to take this good memoir writing advice, I need you to keep notebooks on hand. Lots of them. I keep several running lists in a notebook in my car, from titles of those songs that are the soundtrack of my life, to those new and different things people seem to need to do while driving. At some point, I’ll turn them into pieces, but I can’t use these details later if I don’t have them. And don’t expect to carry these home in your head. Instead, write them down. Get yourself a pack of inexpensive spiral pocket notebooks, and when you do, here’s a tip I learned it from my husband, a fine former reporter and a really great newspaper editor. When taking in a landscape, whether emotional or physical, turn that notebook sideways, like a sketchbook. I know how crazy this sounds, but you won’t care after you see how effortlessly it signals your subconscious that you’re looking for something different. I know it sounds nuts, but this, too, is good memoir writing advice. Turn it vertically and return to reporting the who, what, when, and where of the topic. Go sideways for the why, where you deepen, as well as broaden, your view. Your subconscious loves little cues like this; they help you connect with those screen door slams and childhood survival skills.
Don’t think so? Ever notice how distinct smells send you reeling back 20 years, or the way he wears his hat or sips his tea conjures a long lost love? William Maxwell, the fiction editor of The New Yorker for more than 40 years—he edited John Updike and John O’Hara and John Cheever—was a marvelous fiction and nonfiction writer in his own right. He believed that all you need to write is to remember the slam of your childhood home’s screen door. It’s a do-it-yourself world when writing memoir; we need that screen door of yours to slam just right, and if all it takes is to turn a notebook sideways, I say turn the damn notebook sideways and reap the rewards.
Grace Peterson says
Great tip. I’m going to do this. I think I’m already a pretty good observer of things and I can make mental notes but my recall is very selective and stubborn. I already have a small digital camera in my purse for capturing scenes. I think there’s room for a small notebook too. 2012 will be the year of the observation. :)
David Nichols says
Let me suggest an extention to Marion’s ideas of Hospitality. Do you recall Abraham’s hospitality shown to the 3 guys who showed up at his tent one day? If you’re a guy you might not because the meeting occurs a pages or two after Abraham circumcised himself (What WAS he thinking?!) and, like me, you probably hid the bible high in a book shelf for several decades after reading that chapter.
But back to the meeting. Abraham invited the 3 strangers sit and eat & drink with him. He was a gracious and accomodating host. (I know, I know. It was Sarah who REALLY did all the work grinding the grain and baking the bread. But it was Abraham, with the still raw circumcision, remember?, who SAT for hours with his guests.) And as a result Abraham heard the strangers say that Sarah would bear a son and Abraham would be a father to a nation. (I understand, I really do. Being pregnant when you’re 80 or so is no treat and I really, really do admire Sarah. I really do!)
Well, anyways, writing memoir requires that we be like Abraham. Without the circumcism, thankfully. We have to sit for hours with strangers who come into our consciousness and we have to be nice to them. Invite them to stay and share their memories and stories.And who are these strangers? You brother, sister, parents, crazy Aunt Bridgid, the Uncle with the 24 word vocabulary. All are strangers to you.
I realize you’ve been trying to expunge these people from your memory all these years but be hospitital to them now. Let them speak to you . And listen to them as you would a friend in pain. And listen to yourself. Hear your voice. Embrace your anguish, your joys, your fears.
Then write it all down on those cards, for you are about to bear an Isaac of your own.
marion says
Oh, David. This is as lovely an explanation as I’ve read.
Thank you. I’m honored to read it here.
Brilliant.
Carol Derfner says
David:
What a wonderful prescription for meeting the discomfort that sometimes accompanies our revelations to ourselves… I’m passing it on to others, Thank you.
marion says
Hi, Carol:
Wonderful to read you here.
That is lovely, isn’t it?
Thanks for stopping by.
Please come again soon.