But more importantly, and the reason it seemed to me to be worth writing down for a wider audience, Penelope Ayers is the story of what happened in her, and what happened in me, as she battled the disease. In the end, it is a story that asks the question: "How do I continue to believe in the goodness and purpose of life in the face of all that is wrong in this world?" Now that is a question worth trying to answer.
Similarly, right now I'm working on a second book. This one is also a memoir, and, again, on the surface it is about a young couple who learn that their daughter has Down syndrome. But the more important story-line, the universal one, is of a young couple learning to value every human life as it is given. For the public to read my journals about Penny's early days of life would be voyeurism. Hopefully, reading a memoir about those days will be a witness to God's work in our lives and the potential for God to work in similar ways in other lives.
So yes, confession and redemption are important to making memoir worthwhile. I hope the confession and redemption displayed in my writing is rooted in a deeper spiritual reality, the reality that God actually loves human beings and in the midst of the mess of our lives, continues to work to draw us towards Him.


2 comments:
I only got through the first half of the New Yorker article, I have a seven-month old! I'll finish it later. But something I've been thinking about (as the owner of one) is the nature of a blog. Or most forms of social media that require you to write out to a void. Right now mine functions to update family and friends, but beyond that I sometimes end up feeling very self-involved as I write about me me me. I think those times are good, though, because they make me reevaluate why I write, what I share, and why it matters. Good post!
Exactly. I don't read (or write) memoir for the story, but for what happens in the people affected by the story. It's about transformation, and adapting to what life throws at us. That's the inspiring, interesting stuff.
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