Communing with your significant dead is what it amounts to, and that is an exhausting thing.
Not unpleasant, but still hard work." ~ Martin Amis, on BBC's website about writing one's memoirs"Every American may be working on a screenplay, but we are also continually updating a treatment of our own life - and the way in which we visualize each scene not only shapes how we think about ourselves, but how we behave, new studies find.
Old-Timer, Still Telling Mountain Tales Charles Mc Grath, NYTimes, about Ralph Stanley, old-time mountain music artist, and his new memoir, Man of Constant Sorrow: My Life and Times, written with Eddie Dean My Words Are Gonna Linger: The Art of Personal History , ed. "At last, a collection that shows the "why, what, and how" behind memoir as legacy. Somehow it reaches down and touches that part of us thats not often touched....
Paula Stallings Yost and Pat Mc Nees, with a foreword by Rick Bragg (.95). Spanning more than a century, these intriguing reflections of personal as well as global social and political history are told in the unique voice and viewpoint of each storyteller." ~ Susan Wittig Albert, author, Writing from Life, founder, Story Circle Network This anthology sings with Walt Whitmans spirit of democracy, a celebration of our diversity. "I think when we dont speak things out loud, when they stay inside of us, they take on a different meaning. I think when we speak and hear our own words out loud and remember things behind the words and the feelings, it takes on a different meaning.
Each selection is a song of self; some have perfect pitch, some the waver of authenticity. a family knows itself to be a family through its shared stories." ~ Daniel Taylor, in The Healing Power of Stories"A friend took me to Story Corps as a gift, as a surprise. So I thought I was going into I had no idea what I was going in to do. So I became not only a speaker, but also the listener, of my own words.
We remember a vivid person, a remark, a sight that was unexpected, an occasion on which we felt something profoundly. We become more exalted in our memories than we actually were, or less so.
The interior stories we tell about ourselves rarely agree with the truth.