{FOF Book Critic} The Best Memoirs of the Year (so far!)

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Are you a memoir junkie like we are? Then tuck into these top picks from FOF book reviewer Linda Wolfe. Plus, enter to win them all when you answer this question in the comments below: What’s your favorite memoir of all time?

Lately there’s been chatter in the publishing circles I inhabit about memoirs being difficult to sell; one editor even told me emphatically, “The age of the memoir is over.”  What?  Most of the women I know love reading memoirs. They may be harder for publishers and editors to market nowadays, but so too are all kinds of other books, what with bookstores disappearing faster than endangered animals, and self-published books making editors themselves an endangered species. But let’s not pick on the memoir. Those of us who like to read will always be captivated by well-told personal stories of love and loss, divorce and death, the triumph over illness or abusive rearing. So I want to say to my editor friends, keep those memoirs coming!
Here are four fascinating ones I’ve read in recent weeks:

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ONCE UPON A SECRET by Mimi Alford.  Random House.  198 pages.

You probably saw Mrs. Alford on television.  She was on every talk show imaginable: a discreetly dressed woman in her sixties, with a soft voice and unprepossessing manner.  But back in 1962, still in high school – she attended Miss Porter’s prep school, the same school as Jackie Kennedy – she landed a summer job as a White House intern.  On her fourth day at work she was invited to join a small group of the president’s special friends for a lunchtime swim in the White House pool. Kennedy turned up while Alford was swimming, liked what he saw, and invited her for a tour of the residence that evening. It was an evening that would shape – and scar — the entire rest of her life. The preppie Alford was not just sexually inexperienced, she was a virgin. She’d been kissed only once in her life, back in eighth grade, and despite her pretty, Waspy looks, suffered from a severe case of low self-esteem.  She’d had no boyfriends throughout highschool, had been anorexic at seventeen, and had always felt anxious and somehow undesirable.
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When Kennedy took her into the absent Jackie’s bedroom and plumped her down on Jackie’s bed, she wasn’t quite sure what was about to happen, but she knew for sure that she suddenly felt very special.  The President of the United States wanted her.  She didn’t protest as he pushed his way into her. She was feeling, she writes, “the thrill of being desired.”Alford remained a sexual toy of Kennedy’s until, during her first year of college, she met and became engaged to a boy her own age. Naively believing couples should be completely open with one another, she told her suitor about her affair with the president. He said he still wanted to marry her, but he made the harsh demand that she never say another word about the affair, not to anyone. They married, and Alford kept the secret. But it poisoned her life, making her feel emotionally distant from everyone she knew, and turning the marriage into a punishing and arid relationship.  After many years of feeling her secret as a scourge destroying her from within, she did begin telling a few close friends about her relationship with Kennedy.  But they kept her secret, too, and she never admitted the affair publicly, even after her marriage ended in divorce.  It was widely rumored that Kennedy had had an affair with a young White House intern, but who she went unknown, until historian Robert Dallek unearthed Alford’s identity and revealed it in a 2004 biography of Kennedy. After that exposure, and after finding a new husband who didn’t think her youthful indiscretion shameful, she decided to talk about her long-held secret – hence this book. And in letting go of the secret, she claims to have found at last some modicum of inner peace.

The details of the affair are engrossing and often shocking. And the book has a rare authenticity.  It doesn’t sound ghostwritten. Alford’s voice is her own: gentle, modest, and self-revelatory.

When the author was interviewed on TV some of her young interviewers were critical of her for having succumbed to the advances of a much older man. Didn’t she feel abused? Alford’s response was no, that his attentions made her feel important.

I felt the young interviewers just didn’t get it. They’ve grown up in a different time, a time when women feel outraged at the thought of an older and more powerful man attempting to seduce a younger powerless female.  And seem to expect said female to feel outraged, too.  But Alford’s time was my time, too.  And I can assure you that if the charming, handsome and powerful Jack Kennedy had wanted to make love to me, I’d have done just what Alford did.  And felt just the way she did.

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INTIMATE WARS by Merle Hoffman, The Feminist Press.  267 pages,
How you feel about Intimate Wars will depend entirely on how you feel about a woman’s right to choose whether and when to bear a child. Hoffman is the director of a prominent New York abortion clinic she opened at the age of twenty-five–two years before Roe v. Wade–which she is still running today, forty-one years later. Strong-willed, outspoken and fearless, Hoffman has fought in all the battles over reproductive rights that have tormented our times since the day dangerous, unsanitary and cruel back-alley abortions, were supplanted through U.S. law by safe abortions performed in clean, accountable, professionally-staffed medical clinics. Hoffman has been a hero in these battles, and a crusader in other women’s health issues as well, like the need for affordable mammography for all women. I say hero deservedly; Hoffman has faced down innumerable bomb-threats; opened hate mail that contained deadly powders; and learned to shoot a gun in order to protect not just herself but her many employees from threatened attacks.
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What makes a woman so brave?  Gaining insight into this question was one of the chief pleasures of this frank book. From the time she was a child, Hoffman always identified with the heroes and heroines of myth and history. “I was Sir Lancelot, resplendent on a white caparisoned horse,” she tells us. “I was Elizabeth I, exhorting her troops to fight the Spanish Armada at Tillbury….I was Sir Gawain the Pure, searching for the Holy Grail. I stormed the ramparts as Joan if Arc…rode with Amazon women.”  She tells us, too, after grraduating from high school, where she’d been something of a musical prodigy, she wondered “where would I find the greatness I sought?  On what set?  I knew that any kind of well-traveled path would not be the path for me” Hoffman tried acting, taking theater lessons with the hopes of doing Shakespearean roles on stage.  She tried painting, studying at the distinguished Art Students League.  And she searched for higher meaning by dabbling in religions, exploring Catholicism and Christian Science.  But none of her experiences, she tells us, “satisfied my quest for meaning.”  She had been, she writes, “preparing for battle my whole life.  I had no way of knowing that a movement, a history, a war was waiting for me.  But I was ready.”The discovery of the set on which she would make her mark came about accidentally.   Needing a job to augment her dilettantish pursuits, she took a part-time position as office assistant to Dr. Martin Gold, a  New York physician specializing in family care. In 1971, when abortion was legalized in New York, Gold opened one of the state’s first ambulatory abortion facilities and, feeling that a woman should be its public face, asked Hoffman to run his new clinic.  Accepting, Hoffman realized that she was about to be “on the front lines of an exciting, pioneering new era of medicine….longing for a great stage to act upon, I was ready to throw myself into creating a new world.  Now was the time– this was my hour.”

Hoffman can be grandiose. But she’s refreshingly open, no secrets this woman; she tells us that she and the married Gold were lovers. She tells us that they remained so for many years, until eventually he divorced his wife and married her. They had no children–he already had some, and she didn’t want any.  But long after his death, Hoffman realized, at the age of fifty-eight, that what was missing from her embattled life was a child. A year later she adopted a three-year-old Russian girl, and discovered the intense joys of motherhood.

Has raising a child altered her commitment to providing abortions?  Not at all.  It has simply strengthened her dedication to helping women experience those joys only when they want and are ready to do so.

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WHY BE HAPPY WHEN YOU COULD BE NORMAL? By Jeanette Winterson, Grove Press. 250 pages.

Jeanette Winterson’s best-selling 1985 autobiographical novel, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, told the story of her adoption as an infant by a fanatical born-again Pentecostal Christian who saw evidences of Satan in the tiny child.  Trying to alter her nature and destroy her spirit, her mother, who she refers to as “Mrs. W.”, punishes her for the slightest infraction of rules.  She is not just beaten, or sent to bed hungry, but sometimes even locked in the basement coal bin or made to spend the night outdoors on the front stoop. When the pre-teen Winterson falls in love with books, her mother burns them.  And when she is a teenager and her mother learns she is attracted to women, she is forced to undergo a cruel and frightening church exorcism. Winterson survived Mrs. W., left home at fifteen, started working, managed against all odds to attend a local college and then Oxford University, and ultimately went on to write Oranges–which has become a classic of lesbian literature–and several other books.
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At the time Oranges was published, Winterson, then in her late-twenties, was full of rage toward her adoptive mother.  Now fifty-two years-old, and in a relationship with a nurturing partner, she has taken the same material and written an altogether different book.  A forgiving one.  “Mrs. W.,” she tells us, ”was huge, she filled the phone booth.  She was out of scale, larger than life….Only later, much later, did I understand how small she was to herself.  The baby nobody picked up. The uncarried child still inside her.”  Winterson has come to understand that cruel people are those who themselves have been cruelly treated.  It doesn’t make cruelty better. But it makes it comprehensible.Winterson has also come to see that the ordeals she endured at her adoptive mother’s hands have played a role in the achievements of her life.  Remembering the burning of her books incident, she writes that what the books held “could not be so easily destroyed. What they held was already inside me, and together we would get away.” More, as she regarded the  smouldering pile of paper and type, she had an epiphany: “There was something else I could do. ‘Fuck it’, I thought, ‘I can write my own.’”

The author’s undauntable personality manifests itself throughout this powerful book, which culminates in her search for her birth mother. With increasing suspense, she tracks her identity and whereabouts, and ultimately the pair is reunited. Her mother turns out to be a kindly motherly woman, as happy to meet Winterson as Winterson is to meet her. Winterson likes the woman she finally meets. But regretfully, she realizes that the reunion has come too late; she can never be the happier person she might have been had she been raised by her genial birth mother.  She is Mrs. W’s creature. And, she speculates, that has made her into the strong, successful woman she is now. Indeed, when her birth mother, learning of her child’s unhappy rearing, condemns Mrs. W.,  Winterson finds that, “I hate Ann’s criticizing Mrs. Winterson. She was a monster, but she was my monster.”

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FIERCE JOY by Ellen Schecter.  Greenpoint Press.  2012

In her late thirties, Ellen Schecter, married, and the mother of two small children, began experiencing pain in various parts of her body. Her left foot felt numb, her fingers tingled, her ears ached, she saw white flashes in one of her eyes. The pain was so cosmic and so difficult to pin down that she sometimes thought it might be a figment of her imagination, that she might be a hypochondriac or a hysteric. But after two years of trying to ignore the ever-increasing anguish colonizing her body, she and her husband finally sought medical attention and a diagnosis.  What she had turned out to be not in her head at all, but systemic lupus marked by inflammation of her peripheral nerves. The disease is progressive. The commonly used treatment – heavy doses of steroids – failed to slow its march through the corridors of her body.  And Schecter proceeds to fight her deterioration with every scrap of will and humor she can muster. Fierce Joy is the story of this courageous woman and her battles to maintain her spirits even while she was losing not her nerve, never her nerve, but her nerves.
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“I push down my terror, grit my teeth, and keep marching,” she tells us about a day early in her struggle.  “Am I trying to elude my worst nightmares about the future?  You bet. Am I trying to pretend It isn’t taking over my body?  Absolutely. I suspect I’m like a kitten I once had – she hid her head in a paper bag and thought no one could see her.”At this time, she was working part-time at the Bank Street College of Education and writing children’s book and scripts.  Refusing to let her illness cut off her possibilities, she takes a full-time job at the college. And she becomes, she tells us, “a whore in search of any potential for healing, Eastern or Western, as long as it doesn’t endanger the traditional medical options I need.”  In some of the book’s lighter sections, she describes her encounters with meditation, support groups, the laying on of hands conducted by a founder of a major New York church’s health and healing program, and her sessions with a noted physician who uses hypnosis and trance work to help severely ill patients deal with their diseases and the side-effects of their treatments.  Dr. Casell assists Schecter  in coming to terms with her illness by accepting it, by mourning her losses instead of denying them, “palpating the dimensions of my rage instead of burying it.” On a day she finally allows herself to do this, she is “suddenly but unmistakenly flooded with a fierce joy that simply will not allow me to be dragged down into that deep Pit, but instead pushes me up and into the light.” Indeed, she refuses to be dragged down; when she becomes too ill to continue working full time, she sets herself the goal of learning Hebrew and studying the Torah. Wherever Schecter goes and whatever she tries, she meets helpers and friends along the way, people who smooth her way, and soften the sad sharp edges of this tale.

You’ll like this brave woman, who can laugh through her tears, and make us laugh too. I have one caveat.  The book ends abruptly in the year 2000, leaving one to wonder what’s happened to Schecter in the past twelve  years. Presumably she spent a lot of that time working on the writing of this book.  But I wish she’d told us more about these years, and how she’s been coping of late.  It’s a criticism, but one I doubt I’d be making if she hadn’t made me feel close to and concerned for her.

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FOF Linda Wolfe is the award-winning author of 10 books and a 12-year veteran of the National Book Critics Circle.

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  • john meyer

    ACT ONE, by Moss Hart. This gifted playwright shows such grit and determination in relating the story of how he got his first play on that it becomes inspirational to anyone who is involved in ANY endeavor, any endeavor whatsoever. You learn one of life’s most important lessons (how not to give up) while at the same time laughing at Hart’s self-effacing depiction of the callow youth he was.
    A sensational read.

  • Jeff Emmerson

    Hey from Canada! I have a question: as an up-coming memoir author myself, might it be at all possible to do a guest post here? I would love to share my journey to becoming an author!

    I have a very powerful and inspiring story in the works, and my mission is to get a book deal. It’s called The Road to Myself: Dying to Live.

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  • melinda

    Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs. Truly enjoy peoples stories. Appreciate how different we may experience the world and at the same time are so connected.

  • Lawrence F. Lihosit

    Favorite memoir of all time? The humorous and fast-paced South of the Frontera; A Peace Corps Memoir, most naturally!

  • Will Lutwick

    A great new memoir for FOF affcionados which was released too late for this blog is the acclaimed and compelling serio-comic memoir, “Dodging Machetes: How I Survived Forbidden Love, Bad Behavior, and the Peace Corps in Fiji.” It has opened to fabulous reviews. Check out it’s Amazon page at:
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  • alice

    The Glass Castle

  • BPuhala

    Nancy Regans book was an interesting look at White House life. And a true romance . Nancy and Ronnie.. Two class acts!

  • Admin Officer

    My favorite: a gift from my son who met the author at a symposium at Norwich University – “Generally Speaking” by LTGEN Claudia J. Kennedy (ret). She is the first woman promoted to three-star General in the United States Army. I loved it too since my mother was in the Womens Army Air Corps.

  • betty wald

    Fierce Joy no doubt will become my favorite when it’s out but in the meantime I Loved Loving Frank, by Nancy Horan,
    Sleeping Arrangements by Laura Cunningham, Are You Somebody by Nuala O’Faolain,and Mary Cantwell’s American Girl. So many wonderful memoirs! I must stop there. Thanks so much Linda for this article. hope I’m not too late to put in some favs.
    Betty Wald

  • kakkie60

    Memoirs are a bit different, yet similar to an autobiography. I enjoy all of them , as they give a bit of history lesson in a different way than the usual situation that we learn about the Human experience.

  • AJB

    I don’t have a favorite yet.

  • Angela K

    One of my favorites is Pull Me Up: A Memoir (Dan Barry). Crisp, clean writing.

  • Phoenix

    The Measure of A Man, Sidney Poitier.

  • orchidlady01

    At Home In the World by Joyce Maynard

  • Jane Immel

    I love memoirs, so there are too many to mention…The Glass Castle is a current favorite…ji

  • Jessica Bernstein

    More favorite memoirs:
    “Living My Life” by Emma Goldman
    “Dreams From My Father” by Barack Obama
    I’d momentarily forgotten to mention these. Thanks for a great book blog!

  • Maria Carmela Renna

    I adore memoirs – but the most moving one I have read lately is “A Ticket to the Circus” by the late Norris Church Mailer. Another one that I have read over and over again is the one by Irene Mayer Selznick.

  • Jessica Bernstein

    One of my favorite memoirs is “Alive” by Piers Paul Read. I also love the Diary of Anne Frank (which many people have mentioned here), as well as “Go Ask Alice” by Anonymous and “Death Be Not Proud” by John Gunther.

    • Linda Wolfe

      Thanks — Anne Frank seems to be a lot of people’s favorite. Angela’s Ashes, too. Like you, I loved Alive. And Death Be Not Proud. But I don’t think I ever read Go Ask Alice. What;s it about?

  • Phyllis

    I have many favorites, but the one that stands out is “The Diary of Anne Frank”.

  • Beth Corrigan

    Rick Bragg’s All Over But the Shoutin’ is a favorite memoir. Thanks, Linda, for these picks!

    • Linda Wolfe

      Thanks for reminding me about Rick Bragg’s book. I always meant to read it.

  • bison61

    Nun: A Memoir by
    Mary Gilligan Wong

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  • bearbara

    Boy, I don’t have a particular favorite! Umm…maybe “Take The Long Way Home”

  • kls_sea

    Running with Scissors: A Memoir by Augusten Burroughs

  • Carole Penner

    For a contemporary memoir I definitely loved Bossypants by Tina Fey.

  • Susan

    I adore the wit and romance of “My Life In France” by Julia Child & her grandnephew Alex Prud’homme. Julia Child’s love of life and for her best friend and husband, Paul, is inspiring. She discovered her passion for French cooking late in life, but that did not deter her from embarking on a new career. She lived and loved without fear or apology. An enchanting read!

  • Jewel Hopson

    I’m impressed with The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. Henrietta Lacks died from cervical cancer in the early ’50’s. The cells from her tumor, the first to live outside the body, used to cure polio and other diseases are reproducing. They’ve even been used for scientific studies in space travel. Ms. Skloot wrote made difficult to understand material exciting.

  • kgritts

    I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

  • Zora

    Maya Angelou – Soul of a Woman

  • Larisa Khodorkovskaya

    The Color Purple by Alice Walker

  • hofken

    My favorite memoir is Bossypants by Tina Fey

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  • LisaLisa

    I would be hard pressed to name one memoir as being my favorite of all time. I love people and am very interested in reading about other people and how they became who they are. Its fascinating.

  • mandrada

    It’s complicated I an torn between Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life’s Greatest Lesson; Will in the World: How Shakespeare Became Shakespeare and Obsessive Genius: The Inner World of Marie Curie (Great Discoveries). I’m a literature, passionate and scientific reader buff!

  • mawk313

    Can’t say, but I would love to win these.

  • pameladw

    I think the memoir that affected me most was Anne Frank’s Diary. I read it while very young and naive and still thought that the world was a good and safe place. I always believed that adults were wise and good. This book helped me realize that adults were no different from my peers in that some people (young or old) are more compassionate and wise than others, and that age was not a determination of wisdom! I would love to read these four wonderful life stories to see what message would be there for me!

  • Brenda

    My all time favorite book is Pearl Buck’s The Good Earth. It tells the remarable story of what our ancestors had to go through and the hardships they faced.

  • Marilyn

    Augusten Burroughs: Running With Scissors.

  • Clara

    Jeanette Walls’ The Last Castle is the best memoir I’ve read in years.

  • marie

    The Diary of Anne Frank is so moving and bittersweet. It will always be my favorite.

  • Kai W.

    It would be Anne Frank. She wrote of her family and her life in a Nazi-occupied country which gave us more information of how everybody fares there. After all, the Nazi was trying to depicts that everything is rosy under their reign when it’s not.

  • hrbeck_98

    “Me : Stories of My Life” by Katharine Hepburn

  • Joann Langdon

    Book by nancy Reagan

  • Debbie Chaney

    Death Be Not Proud

  • tksinclair

    My favorite of all time was “At Home In the World” by Joyce Maynard. She lived with JD Salinger when she was barely 18 and he was in his 40’s. In fact I wrote to her after I read it I was so moved…YOU MUST READ IT…and we became friends.

    Amazing…well written…much more than the part about Salinger but I read it in a day…I could not put it down…

    • Linda Wolfe

      Thanks for reminding me about Joyce Maynard’s book. I meant to read it when it came out, and then forgot to get it. Will have a look now.

  • Fran Kahn

    Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs is my favorite.

  • MaryBeth

    water for elephabts, I love to ead

  • harriet42861

    Angelas Ashes

  • RarnChild

    I think it has to be Life by Keith Richards – talk about a life! (The audio book version)

  • starsmom

    On Writing – A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King. So interesting!

  • ktpotat

    I enjoyed ” Dear Fatty” Dawn French’s memoir

  • kittywhiskers

    I read everything and want these too!
    Ann sieden’s, Voices of the Sea.

  • Jo

    A book called Rose about rose Kennedy. So much that was done in the background, with their own mopney to help people. A very interesting read.

  • Mary

    Angela’s Ashes was a good one, I don’t really read a lot of memoirs but I have a great interest in Ireland and read a lot of books by Irish authors and Irish settings.

  • Gayle LaSalle

    I’m particularly interested in reading Ms. Shechter’s book as my mother suffered from Lupus.

  • Diane

    While I do occasionally enjoy fiction, I much prefer true stories about life. One of many that I have enjoyed is A Silence of Mockingbirds: the Memoir of a Murder by Karen Spears Zacharias.

    If you love memoirs, you will not be disappointed in this one.

    • Linda Wolfe

      Thanks for suggesting this memoir, which I hadn’t heard of before. It sounds interesting. I’ll check it out.

  • Kath

    Tender Bar was one of my favorites.

  • Mary E

    All of these books sound like such fascinating reads!! I’d love to win them!!

  • Mary G

    The Tender Bar — a fabulous memoir.

    • Judy Langdale

      Thank you Linda for this article and the question –

      One of my favorite memoirs is
      The Liar’s Club by Mary Karr.
      The other is The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls.

      Both are memoirs of living with odd/ dysfuntional/ alcoholic parents. You feel so much for the children and their siblings but also have sorrow and compassion for the parents, who just couldn’t hold it together. Sad but compelling stories.

  • Ann Altaher

    Angela’s Ashes most definitly

  • Mary Ward

    I think it would have to be Angela’s Ashes. It still makes me emotional just thinking about it.