I saw my heartache in print; only, it wasn’t mine. These were the experiences of a 1960s family in Texas. Karr’s familial hurts merely echoed mine.
Tag: The Art of Memoir
Drowning in Memory: the Quest for Self-Knowledge
Mary Karr says you’re bound to drown a bit writing a memoir. She’s right. My once placid understanding of my history, of who I am and was, is constantly being dismantled. Imagine your core memories, the ones that shaped you, potentially being misremembered. Yeah, that could drown a bitch.
