I blogged the other day about this year’s convention in Boston at Lisa Romeo Writes, a wonderful resource for fiction and nonfiction writers alike. The following is adapted from the guest post I wrote for Lisa. This excerpt focuses on essays and memoir from the writer’s perspective, but readers will pick up some insider knowledge, not to mention several superb titles for their To Read lists. You can find the entire blog post here.
Lately I’ve been wondering how to pitch the project I’ve
been laboring over for going on three years. Is it an essay collection or a
memoir? I know what I think it is and what I want it to be (essays), and I know
what several agents have told me it must
be (memoir). Until I’m somebody—that is, an author with so much name recognition that a
publisher could actually sell an
essay collection with my name on it—the argument goes, I’m stuck with the M word. Not that
there’s anything wrong with memoir. I would love to publish a memoir, the operative word being publish. I just don’t think that what I
read on my pages adds up to one long and connected personal story. Or should. It
turned out AWP had organized a panel of established writers with whom I could commiserate. It was called The Godzilla of Nonfiction:
Has Memoir Swallowed the Essay?
I’ve read Los Angeles Times columnist Meghan Daum regularly since her first book, My Misspent Youth, a collection of essays on life as a young professional, was published in 2001. During the Godzilla panel, Daum implied that by
publishing essays right out of the gate, she’d snuck in under the wire; the
trend toward longer narratives had not quite taken hold. She wasn’t so
lucky with her most recent book, Life
Would Be Perfect If I Lived in That House (2010). What she wrote as a
collection of personal essays around her preoccupation with real estate became
memoir when she was informed it would not sell otherwise. Daum applied what she
calls “gratuitous connective tissue” to the pieces, ending the book and the
property search, a little-too-tidily for her taste, with a wedding. The book,
she told us, suffered as a result.
It seems author David McGlynn was unconsciously trying to
avoid such passages while writing essays about violence. To the audience, he
expressed ambivalence about having to convert a collection of these essays to
memoir, but he admitted that the act of writing scenes and descriptions of
long-ago events following the home invasion and murder of a high school classmate
gave him a better understanding of himself. It also became the basis of his
memoir A Door in the Ocean (2012). In
McGlynn’s case, the pushback from his agent that he write a memoir ultimately
made for a more meaningful take on a lifelong obsession.
So has memoir devoured the essay? It seemed
as though the panel was saying, Yes, but—as though willing would-be essayists to follow our hearts for as long as we can hold out. It’s a game plan
I can live with. Moderator Debra Monroe is the author of the memoir On the Outskirts of Normal: Forging a Family Against the Grain. She offered a sort of end
around, a way to avoid the memoir-or-essays tag altogether. Monroe described
how author Jo Ann Beard managed this with her nonfiction work The Boys of My Youth, whose cover bears Beard’s
name and title, but the title is not followed by a colon or subtitle. On its release in
1999, reviewers came up with their own tags for Boys (which
one Godzilla panelist described as a
perfect book), some calling it memoir, others referring to it as
a collection of personal stories.
“I am drawn to
the shagginess of the essay,” Phillip Lopate writes in the introduction to his
latest collection, Portrait Inside My
Head (2013). I was extremely fortunate to have Phillip as an advisor and workshop instructor at Columbia; he was also one of my thesis readers. I like his description and I like that he calls his latest
assortment of essays a “hodgepodge,” a label I wish I could pull off with my
own work. And how perfect that Phillip was in the audience that afternoon so that, one after the other, the writers at the panelist table could acknowledge the master.