i have- quite late in the day for one writing a biography of jackie onassis- come to the late memoirs of the late gore vidal.
WHERE TO BEGIN? because, after driving away 79% of the people who might have read this, that title really raised the stakes for whoever’s left. props to ya’ll who’re sticking it out! ❤ ❤ ❤
why hello, again.
so, fyi, this is not a new rumor. Continue reading
here’s what you do:
1) close all your correspondence.
so jackie’s in the news again, maybe you heard?
and not for the father leonard letters either…
i’ve recently been writing about mary barrelli gallagher’s 1969 memoir, entitled my life with jacqueline kennedy. really, that could be the subtitle of every biographer’s life, non?
my life with X.
jackie evades me. i’ve been writing about her for ten years and she has never seemed so unclear as now.
this is obvious in my work lately, wherein everyone around her seems vividly alive, jockeying to the forefront as she gets pushed further and further away, into the background, OF HER OWN LIFE. Continue reading
i’m slowly coming around to the idea that every problem in academia, writing, biography, life, etc. is, in the end, a problem with story-telling. either we’re telling stories or we’re telling them badly or we don’t know how to tell them or we think we’re not allowed to. Continue reading
Lest you think biographers do nothing but lazing about eating bonbons and sipping champagne, it actually boils down to, for me anyway, rather a whole lot of intellectual/psychological heavy lifting about motivations and character and societal demands. Fun times!