October 4, 2006

thud

My review of Catherine Lloyd Burns’ It Hit Me Like a Ton of Bricks is up at mamazine.com:

“I am skeptical of memoir, not so much because I am uninterested in other people’s life stories but because I am leery of the sense that simply because an author says something happened in this way or that, it is then imbued with a sense that this is the Absolute Truth. Memory is always colored by subject position, and the truth–as we learned from James Frey, if no one else–is a slippery fish.”

I think being a parent is all about seeing the cracks in the truth; it is all about realizing that we make the best decisions we can, based on what we know in the moment, and we hope like hell that things turn out right. But sometimes they don’t, and then we are left to tell the story of what happened, and to tell it honestly.

That is the real truth.

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2 Responses to “thud”

1. October 4th, 2006 at 1:56 pm, scribbit Says:

   I agree and I take comfort in the resiliency of my children. I think they know I’m trying my best and that even though I’m making mistakes like they’re going out of style I love them.

   I know my parents made mistakes but all I really think much about when I remember the past is the good things and I hope it’s the same with my kids. I can hope . . .

2. October 4th, 2006 at 1:59 pm, Karyn Says:

   Can I get an “AMEN”?

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