y648MARY KARR’S NEW BOOK, The Art of Memoir, came in the mail from her publisher with a lovely letter asking me to read it. Oooh, I thought, now this is a job perk. A free book. Nice. And then I began reading, and that definition of a lifestyle perk swelled to a genuine appreciation that it’s not just the free books, of course, but the access to really good books that make this life the one I fought hard to get.

The Art of Memoir is as good as talking to a very smart friend about something you both hold dear, both struggle with and both want to do better every time you do it. Hmm, let’s see, when was the last time I had that conversation? Can’t place it. When was it that you last hunkered down with someone smarter than you are whose expertise was exquisite, as well as something she was willing to share? Rare, indeed.

Looked at this way, The Art of Memoir is more something to carry around than it is a primer. It’s more a book I’ve read in diners and waiting for the train than at my desk as a tool. It’s not a reference book and it’s not really a boot back to work. What it does best is boot you back to the bookshelves by demanding that you know of other wondrous books to read.

Of course it’s flawed. It’s a book on writing and I know well how hard those are to write. When she takes on voice, for instance, she does not nail how to find yours. But no teacher ever nails that. It’s not possible to define, describe and then prescribe anything other than not to sound like anyone else when it comes to teaching voice. But she gave it a good shove of a try, and that’s just fine.

But then there is this: She reads as well as anyone I know, citing the impeccable Michael Herr, whose Dispatches was the handbook for my generation on how to write. Read it. She tells you why, and she’s right, and I remember being hunched over the bar at the Museum Café at 3 AM after getting off my nightly 7:15 PM to 2:45 AM shift at The New York Times, and there being a place each night at the bar for me where John, the bartender, had saved my spot and shooed away any drunken inquiries about me while I ripped through that book until it fell apart in my hands.

In that, and her other superb references, Karr reminds us what it takes to write well. First, and foremost, we must read well above our heads. She rips through G.H. Hardy and Vladimir Nabokov, and rightly credits Richard Wright – not herself – for starting the memoir craze of the last century. And nowhere along the line is hers an easy reading list, or is hers a simple assignment of how to get better. And I love her for that.

Read it. Read the books she cites. And write. Your work can only get better.

Want my copy of her book? It’s yours. Leave a comment below and I’ll send it to you, margin markings and all. Why keep these perks to myself?

HOW TO WIN A COPY OF THE BOOK

I am giving away one copy, and all you have to do to win is leave a comment below about something you learned from the writing lesson or the excerpt. I’ll draw winners at random (using the tool at random dot org) after entries close at midnight Monday, October 19. Unfortunately, only readers within the US domestic postal service can receive books.

Good luck!

AND THE WINNER IS…

I hope you enjoyed this post.

The contest for this book is now closed.  The winner of the book is Jayne Martin. Congratulations, Jayne! I’ll be in touch to send your book.