Audtion, by Barbara Walters

October 24th, 2011

It’s been odd lately how I keep finding memoirs at Value Village that I’d considered asking for at Xmas last year. I am glad I hesitated too, as they’re not all that good.

Just finished reading Barbara Walters’ Audition. I can’t really recommend it. Or I can, but not particularly for its writing. I can say it was interesting to learn about the early days of television and the world of television journalism. There’s no doubt that Walters is a pioneer for women in television, and apart from that, an excellent journalist who’s had a fascinating career.  I also enjoyed learning more about The View, the TV show that Walters developed and stars in.  And of course it was titillating to learn more about the rich, famous and influential.

I just don’t think this book will “stick” with me for very long. For that, the writing has to sing. This one hums.

A Drinking Life, by Pete Hamill

July 9th, 2011

A Drinking Life, by Pete Hamil: If I were teaching this month, I’d be holding up this memoir to the class and saying This is what it’s all about- look no further for the kind and grace and beauty every memoirist strives for.  The book is wonderfully detailed, evocative and searingly honest. I’ve also never read such a sophisticated examination of the addict’s life. He really looks at the drinking life of his generation and scrutinizes alcohol’s gifts and curses, and how a hard drinker is made, not born.  The making is day by day, event by event; it does not happen overnight. It’s like the whole apple of addiction’s course, not just a slice. Fascinating. And did I mention the writing is a dream?

Not Quite What I was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs

June 14th, 2011

…which according to Vanity Fair magazine, “…will thrill minimalists and inspire maximalists.”

Maximalists…is that truly a word?

Anyway, this book, which is edited by another magazine, Smith Magazine, looks like good fun. A friend gave it to me some time ago and on this dark and dreary June afternoon, I am going to start it. This may give a whole new meaning to the editor’s maxim: “When in doubt, cut it (the copy) out.”

It could also be good fun to ask participants in a memoir writing class to try and sum up their lives in six words!!

Paul Quarrington, Cigar Box Banjo

June 13th, 2011

Today I am including an interesting email from my brother, Dr. Geoffrey Simmins, an architectural historian and associate dean at the University of Calgary, Alberta. Have a listen to the audio files he includes as well.

“…but you would have to have a heart of stone to read Paul Quarrington’s memoir, Cigar Box Banjo, and not be moved by his self-deprecating honesty responding to the news that he has terminal cancer. It’s a great memoir, Marjorie, at least by what I have read of them, and might be a new(ish?) genre–the mortality memoir? I liked it better than his fiction, e.g., King Leary. (Didn’t read anything else by him though, e.g., Whale Music: maybe I should.) Certainly it has a poetic perfection to it all–Roddy Doyle writes the preface, and friends write the epilogue because, well, Paul dies in the writing of it. But not before he writes a damn fine memoir, and also a couple of great songs. Rage, rage against the…etc., or at least pour another glass of whiskey. I am going to try and send you the audio file with the song. “

“Hope you can access this file; if not, try this site–which is the same version: http://www2.macleans.ca/2010/01/28/are-you-ready/

And maybe even if so, have a look at the slower version of the co-authors–Dan Hill (yup, that Dan Hill) and Martin Worthy–a bit slow for my taste:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6saLRZi13g

And here is Paul singing jazz and talking: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJh55O6GuEk

Here’s a tribute to him: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qP52Pkkji5M

and…if you still have the energy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzNHUFzqG4Y&NR=1

 

Some recent memoir publications

March 10th, 2011

Memoirs – expect the unexpected, that’s for sure. A recent “memoir” critiqued in The Globe and Mail is An Exclusive Love, which is a memoir about suicide – someone else’s.  Two someone elses. Author Johanna Adorjan writes about the dual suicides of her grandparents; the grandfather in failing health and wishing to exit his life, the grandmother unwilling to live without him.  The critique praises Adorjan’s book and calls it, fittingly, a “memorial” to the grandparents. The overall description of the book sounds fascinating. I would read it in a wink.

Another recent review in The Globe and Mail, done by columnist Leah McLaren, discusses “widow lit,” which while it is a term I hadn’t heard before, it’s certainly a genre I’ve been assiduously avoiding (just cannot even open The Year of Magical Thinking, by Joan Didion). I am married to an older man – quite a bit older than me. I don’t want to even think about any of this.  Anyway, it’s poor old Joyce Carol Oates who wrote a recent “widow lit” memoir, when she unexpectedly lost her husband of 47 years, Raymond J. Smith.  Says MacLaren: “A Widow’s Story is more than an individual tale of woe. It’s also a seminal text in an emerging literary genre. First there was chick lit, then came mummy lit. Now we have widow lit – a wave of books unleashed by the experience of losing a loved one.”

Gentle readers, you go right ahead and enjoy yourselves with this genre. I’ll pass. But I did want to note its emergence and perhaps its looming pervasiveness.

One last memoir from recent G & M gleanings: Inside Wikileaks, by Daniel Somscheit-Berg. Well of course, you could see something like this coming. Make money as you can, from someone famous, now fallen on hard times. “Disillusioned insider’s take on the rise and fall of Wikileaks is much like reading a 21st-century version of George Orwell’s Animal Farm,” writes reviewer Colin Freeze.  “Both books feature a rag-tag handful of insurgents, whose teamwork garners them initial success. And both portray a charismatic autocrat as the group’s leader, a figurehead who publicly denounces tyranny, even as he privately imposes it.”

“People who like this sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like” -  President Lincoln once said.

Yes, exactly.

Rockbound, a classic Canadian novel by Frank Parker Day

March 10th, 2011

No, it’s not a memoir. Now and again I just have to read a bit of fiction. Rockbound won the “Canada Reads” contest in 2005, bolstering its long-standing reputation as a Canadian classic (in this case, of Nova Scotia’s South Shore). Donna Morrissey, one of Canada’s finest novelists, was a fervent promoter of Rockbound.

Now that I’ve read it, I understand why.

When novels get picked apart, section by section, theme by plot by style, as they always do, they never make a perfect reading experience. So I could tell you there were aspects to Rockbound that bothered me (the tidy and forced romantic ending, for example). Overall, I am just glad to have read the book, which did what I require novels to do, and that is fly me away to other times and places and permit me to live there a while. I loved the South Shore dialogue (some might refute its accuracy, I don’t know), sustained throughout. I loved the insider’s view of a hardworking people (to put it mildly) and how they shaped their lives with this work on and by the ocean. It is not a kind life nor are they kind people. But I did enjoy their connectedness to the natural world and their strange, confrontational dependency on each other.Their world is a long, long way from microwaves, Facebook and the World Wide Web. Hell, it’s a long way from electricity and the Sears catalogue!!!

Home, A Memoir of My Early Years, by Julie Andrews

February 1st, 2011

Home, A Memoir of My Early Years, by Julie Andrews. Yes, this memoir is written by *the* Julie Andrews, the chanteuse extraordinaire in Mary Poppins, My Fair Lady, The Sound of Music, etc.

It’s a nice book. And no, I don’t mean to damn it with faint praise. I just mean that the book is as nice as we always hoped Julie Andrews truly was, in real life. What is startling is the very difficult childhood Andrews came through – and came through well, which many may not have.  Alcoholic parents, poverty and neglect, hard work from a very young age, half-siblings to care for from the new marriages of both parents, being the primary bread-winner for her mother’s family from adolescence on – Andrews relates all this frankly and calmly. You can tell from her detailing of many difficult events that she was a sensitive child and adult. But there isn’t a hint of self-pity or recrimination anywhere. Life was what it was and most of all, she is grateful for the opportunities that came to her life, and the abundance of love in it. It’s a very British tale in some ways. No whingeing Pom here though, only the stiff-upper-lip sort!

Her professional-life stories are great. I didn’t know she was a stage actor as much (more actually) as a movie star. Her stories about acting with Rex Harrison, Richard Burton, Canadian Robert Goulet, etc., are a book highlight – brutally honest, but affectionate  and amusing too.

I enjoyed it very much. I also enjoyed the writing, which is crisp and clear.

Sh*t My Dad Says, by Justin Halpern

February 1st, 2011

Good morning, memoir readers. Today we have a guest column from author and journalist Silver Donald Cameron, who just finished reading a Xmas-time book gift, Sh*t My Father Says, by Justin Halpern. He says it is a memoir “of sorts,” and of course it is a hit TV show right now, too, starring ever-energetic William Shatner. So here is the book review.

“I hadn’t expected to enjoy this book. In fact, the first time I tried to read it, I set it aside in the give-away pile after reading the first few pages. Here’s a guy, 28 years old, dumped by his girl friend, and he moves back in with his mother and his fierce, foul-mouthed father. We’re amused? We are not. Jesus Christ, I can let drive with a fuck-shot as well as the best of them when I need to, but I also know other ways to make my point. This flathead evidently doesn’t.
“Then I was reminded that the book came from a friend whose taste in humour — and in books –  was excellent. I picked up the book again. I read. I read a little more.
“After a bit you get over the poverty of the guy’s vocabulary. It’s just part of who he is. Then you start to see his capacity to put the bald truth in stark terms, garnished with cussin’, and before you know it you’re howling with laughter.
“On kindergarten: “You thought it was hard? If kindergarten is busting your ass, I got some bad news for you about the rest of life.”
“On table manners: “Jesus Christ, can we have one dinner where you don’t spill something? No, Joni, he does do it on purpose, because if he doesn’t, that means he’s just mentally handicapped, and none of the tests showed that.”
“On his son’s proposed tattoo: “You can do what you want. But I can also do what I want. And what I’ll be doing is telling everyone how fucking stupid your tattoo is.”

“I want to go back to being a young father, and try the whole fucking thing again. I was way too fucking polite.”

Changing my Mind, by Margaret Trudeau

January 19th, 2011

This was a Xmas gift memoir, which I asked Santa for and was kindly given. I am glad I read it – I think….

It will always be a slightly dicey matter for me to read about mental illness. Those who have it want (and sometimes demand) endless sympathy, love, support, understanding and forgiveness; those who live beside it mostly just want peace and an end to the drama and neediness. Compassion gets stretched thin when you live with someone with mental illness for many years. For most healthy-minded people, their  own survival instincts eventually push to the forefront….

And so I wonder how Margaret Trudeau’s family feels about this latest memoir effort of hers. I am curious about *their* take on living with someone with mental illness – though somehow doubt they’ll take pen to paper. How did they cope, what prices have they paid for her illness? Were her children worried when they chose to have children themselves? Do they worry still, watching their young ones for signs of mental illness? Or do they, as perhaps we all should, accept that mental illness is so prevalent everyone will deal with it sooner or later?

Margaret Trudeau has two previous memoirs, Beyond Reason and Consequences. Which brings me to a new topic of discussion, something I’ll call “re-memoir.” When a person writes a series of memoirs over a lifetime, they must perforce return to major life events such as marriage, the birth of children, moves, deaths, etc., in brief or expanded manner, in each new memoir. Each time they do this, they are older, and presumably have different insights and thoughts on past events. Margaret Trudeau writing about her marriage and divorce in her 60s, is a very different woman than she was in her 30s. At least she is different is some ways – and surprisingly unchanged in others.

This leads neatly to the book’s title, Changing My Mind. Why do I find this so off-putting – even disturbing? You see she can’t really change her mind, she can only work very hard to keep it from harming herself and others. With the right medications, with the right balance of a nutritious diet, enough sleep, regular exercise, etc., Margaret Trudeau can keep her dual demons of mania and depression at bay. But she isn’t “changing her mind” to “get over” or be cured of her bi-polar condition. That can never happen. It’s a permanent as the bright blue of her eyes and a good deal less lovely to look on at times.

Again, on the issue of “re-memoir” -  I found many of her musings on Pierre much more forthright than in her previous books. She didn’t pull many punches this time. He sounds quite nasty in some ways, especially in his miserly tendencies. (On a different subject, Margaret is resoundingly quiet on the subject of sex with Pierre. This stands out, as she is detailed on most other subjects you can think of. One can only hope their intimate life had its good moments. And no, it’s none of my business!!) Pierre Trudeau is dead now and can’t be harmed by her words (or any others). Only her children can be harmed by those, and on the subject of her children, Margaret Trudeau voices only the warmest love and enjoyment. I presume she now believes they are old enough to bear a little more candour on the subject of their father. Fair enough, says I.

But I still didn’t warm to the book and Margaret herself the way I might have – if I hadn’t lived with someone with mental illness myself. Because of this I have a good “bullshit detector” – and sometimes I felt that bullshit was definitely coming my way. Like me, like me, I’m really not that bad a person….in fact, I am really quite charming and fun, despite abandoning two husbands and two different sets of children….Margaret Trudeau has spent a lifetime trying to be understood and liked by the Canadian public. Her need for this is still much in evidence. The fact that I can write such a snide little comment might indicate that she hasn’t won over all of us. The problem with mental illness is that you are only supposed to feel sympathy and compassion. This overlooks the fact that the person with mental illness has what every other person has too, and that is a personality and character that you may or may not like.  Try as I might, I just don’t like Margaret Trudeau all that much. Maybe trust is a better word. I can wish her all the best, and I do. I can even feel tenderness to that impossibly slim and beautiful 19-year-old who came on the Canadian public scene so many years ago.  I just don’t want to be friends with her…or ever share a roof with a mentally ill person again.

The Hearts of Horses, by Molly Gloss

January 17th, 2011

I loved this book! I was actually concerned that with a title like The Hearts of Horses, it might be a western romance of some sort. I found it at Value Village, where I find so many good books. In this case I was willing to take a chance that it might disappoint, because good or bad, I just felt like reading fiction that focused on horses. What was it all about, I wondered.

A true cowgirl and her experiences as a horse “gentler” (as opposed to breaker) in frontier Oregon, WW I era. The writing is excellent, the character memorable, the story fascinating and the history real. I couldn’t put the book down!

Author Molly Gloss has published three other books (novels). You can bet I will be reading them too! No, this isn’t a memoir. But I really need to intersperse fiction now and again as I read memoirs. Reminds me of so many important factors, such as pacing, drama, “character” development, and always, always, placing good writing front and centre of any book.


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