Sometimes I like to pretend I’m one of those bookish/librarian girls with wire spectacles who spends days reading serious books. Never mind, I am. Sometimes. Although nowadays I’ve turned into a reverse intellectual. I used to read Dostoevsky and Joyce. Now I’m lucky if I can read Vogue once in a while. It can be a chore to be an in intellectual snob.
But. Memoirs are my latest obsession. Such a fun genre of literature. Plus, I’m working on my own. So it’s sort of like research :p
Here are a few old/new books I recommend:
James McBridge. Song Yet Sung. Not a memoir. Why read it? McBride wrote The Color of Water. The memoir’s memoir. So even though SYS isn’t a memoir, you know it’s good. Had to read this book after I heard this interview on WHYY by Marty Moss-Coane. Plus McBride’s momma went to Temple. So Philly connection. There.
Larry Woody. In Black In White. I happen to know and adore Larry Woody. His memoir about growing up in Baltimore’s West Side before getting the opportunity to go the exclusive St. Paul’s School, in Concord Hampshire is riveting. (John Kerry went there, as did author Lorene Cary.)
Wesley Gray. Embedded: A Marine Corps Adviser Inside the Iraqi Army. Gray writes about Iraq. ‘Nuff said. Read it.