Memoirs, Memoirs, Memoirs

Yesterday, I spent my lunch hour listening to a panel about the art of memoirs. The panel consisted of Julie Klausner, who recently released her memoir I Don’t Care About Your Band: What I Learned From Indie Rockers, Trust Funders, Pornographers, Faux-Sensitive Hipsters, Felons and Other Guys I’ve Dated, her editor at Gotham Books and her publicist.

Lately, I’ve been a big fan of memoirs having recently read Devotion and The Glass Castle. And Julie Klausner’s book certainly sounds like an entertaining read that I will have to pick up.

But more than just talking about this particular book, the panel gave an interesting perspective on memoirs in general. It seems this genre is quite the cool kid in the cafeteria these days. The editor suggested that Mary Karr’s The Liar’s Club started the trend.

When she said that I knew it sounded familiar. And then I remembered: My mom had recommended The Liar’s Club not that long ago. In fact, I still have the email, in which she tells me if I’m going to read a Mary Karr memoir, to start with that one… that “it was very good.” (Her words, not mine.) However, in the stack of books on my reading list, and now my mom’s reading list, it got a little lost in the shuffle. Now, though, it’s back in the queue along with the dating foibles of Julie Klausner. Don’t expect to discuss either anytime soon though… this is one long queue.


One response to “Memoirs, Memoirs, Memoirs

  1. Pingback: Memoirs, Memoirs, Memoirs… Part 2 | Reading for Robin

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