Giraldi was enticed by the fraternity of the gym as a way of filling out and firming up both his body and his sense of self.
Amy Schumer’s quasi-memoir is composed of stuff that would be better off posted on Facebook.
Tim Winton’s memoir about how deeply Australia’s landscape shaped him and his writing.
This is a rich evening of theater because it takes up social and psychological problems that aren’t ordinarily addressed on our stages.
In contrast to similar extermination-camp memoirs, But You Did Not Come Back focuses on the affliction of women.
One must be impressed by memoirist Matthew Spender, who refuses to descend into resentment or anything resembling self-pity despite a very strange childhood.
Guitarist Jon Fine’s memoir is an intriguing blend of history, sociology, entertainment, and a healthy dose of after-hours pulp.
Author Vivian Gornick’s discontent is foundational, fertile, unquenchable, except by writing, and quite often funny.
Oliver Sacks’ On the Move is an absorbing, idiosyncratic, often moving memoir.
Göran Rosenberg has written a calm yet passionate account of events after Auschwitz, a memoir marked by great intelligence and equally great emotional intensity.