Showing posts with label memoir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memoir. Show all posts

10.20.2009

Still.

From the first day of Memoir readings: Virginia Woolf's A Sketch of the Past:

"... is it not possible-- I often wonder-- that things we have felt with great intensity have an existence independent of our minds, are in fact still in existence?"


'Fire you up and set you loose'

This semester, I'm taking a wonderful senior English seminar entitled Memoir. We're reading them, writing them, examining them from the inside out and back. And several times, I've been delighted to find snippets that stick with me, pull me into my own life, into this Davidson life, make me think-- This is US.

Like Mary Karr's 10th anniversary introduction to her best-selling memoir, The Liars' Club:

"Its publication constructed for me... what I'd hankered so desperately for as a dreamy kid comforted only by reading: that mythic village of like-minded souls who bloom together by sharing old tales-- the kind that fire you up and set you loose, the true kind. So come on in."

So come on in.