Is the personal essay becoming the “I’ve got something wrong with me” essay? Disease, abuse, death of a loved-one. I’ve got nothing against this. There is a place for it and some of the writing on these subjects is incredibly wonderful, heartfelt, and strong. But can’t we write a couple of personal essays/memoirs that are NOT about the three Ds – death, disease, and dysfunction?
Think Phillip Lopate’s – “Confessions of a Shusher” – PLEASE!
Just a thought in my day…
David W. Berner