I Hope Your Life Would Make a Lousy Book

Often, when I tell people I’m a writer, their response is, “Oh, I’ve always wanted to write a book about my life.” Immediately, I feel sorry for them. (Then, when they inevitably ask if I’d write it for them, I feel sorry I for me, but that’s another blog for another day.)

My wish for you, dear reader, is that no one would ever want to read a book about your life.

Why would I say such a thing? Because in fiction or true-life narratives, there’s only one thing that’s interesting, and that thing is Trouble (note the capital T).

The other day I read an excerpt from Yeonmi Park’s memoir, In Order to Live: A North Korean Girl’s Journey to Freedom. Her life story makes a good memoir because it’s full of pain and suffering and horrors I can’t imagine, but if she’d had a choice, she probably would have preferred to have had a boring, wonderful life story instead of fodder for a great book.

Whenever I speak to school groups, I offer to make up a story about a kid in the audience. Lots of hands go up. I choose a volunteer. I make up a story where things go great, where nothing bad ever happens to the subject of my story. Then I ask the other kids if they want to read that book. “NOOOOOOO!!!!” they chorus. The only one who says yes is the student in the story. I offer to make the story interesting with lots of trouble, and everyone’s game except for the original student. See how it works? Your happy, perfect life is strictly Dullsville to everyone but you.

Therefore, I wish you a boring, lovely life that would make a lousy book. Trouble is awesome in storytelling, but in life, it’s overrated.

 

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