March 4, 2008

Hey, Memoirists...

...get your shit together, all right?

First this:
Holocaust memoir turns out to be fake.

And now today:
Gang memoir turns out to be fake.

Seriously you guys, straighten up and quit making stuff up. You ain't allowed (except with composite characters...and dialogue...and probably some other stuff too). I wonder if anyone would care if I wrote a fiction book that turned out to be a very true memoir. Like, would Oprah get all pissy with me about how she wanted to believe all that stuff was made up or just based on personal experience but it turned out to be real, so that makes me some kind of James Freyian douchebag.

I wonder, for that matter, if other forms of books could be broken in a way that would piss people off. Like if I wrote a book of prose poems that were actually flash fiction pieces, would that make anyone upset? Or if I wrote a poetry book called "Sonnets" but wrote nothing but form perfect villanelles inside, if that would aggravate anyone.

viva el mustache

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, Brian! You're so silly!

It's all about truth versus fiction. It is very different when you tell people that these things really happened. There is a sort of real-life, that-could-happen-to-me quality to the material. Autobiographical fiction may be based on true events but is marketed as fiction.

I don't know why any memoir writers would make stuff up and try and pass it off as memoir. Why not just write a novel?

-Bronson

DeWolf said...

Wasn't On The Road autobiographical, but marketed as fiction?