Queensland University of Technology
Donna Lee Brien
Being honest about lying:
Debates about whether any writing is "true" and the relationship between literature and life have been current since Plato and Aristotle battled this out in The Republic and Poetics but, even in these days of postmodernist relativity, such discussion becomes most inflamed when talking about the so-called "literature of fact", and especially regarding biography and autobiography, where writing the "true" story of a life is still the popular definition of these literary forms.
A series of recent books, Dave Eggers' A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius: Based on a True Story (2000), Lauren Slater's Lying: A Metaphorical Memoir (2000) and Edmund Morris' Dutch: A Memoir of Ronald Reagan (1999) have, I think, helped define the outer limits of lifewriting when it comes to the incorporation of fiction, by crossing these boundaries. Picasso quarrelled with Gertrude Stein because she "lied" in the Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas (1933), infuriated because Stein reportedly rearranged the seating plan at a dinner in her text, but this is very different from writing a memoir about having epilepsy when you do not suffer from the disease and being a biographer claiming to have known someone when you did not.
Written with a US $1.4 million advance, the cover of this, Egger's first book, announces this is a "memoir" and features the subtitle "based on a true story". Although in the preface Eggers initially describes his work as "pure nonfiction", on the next page he is hedging, describing it as "a memoir-y kind of thing", and then admitting that "many parts have been fictionalised" and all the dialogue has been "manufactured" in order to create a realistic quality in print (Eggers ix, xx). At no stage does he make clear which parts of his story are reportage of what actually happened and how much is invention.
While Sidonie Smith and Julia Watson believed Eggers' "dramatizing and flaunting autobiographical conventions may well be at the outer limits of the practice of memoir" and that he was aiming "to expose the audience's perceived demand for uncalculated sincerity as posturing, a false pose" (Smith and Watson: 2, 10) - at one stage Eggers tells readers to "pretend it's fiction" (Eggers xxi) - others, including myself, thought the author had not only turned the real tragedy of his family into a money-spinning soap opera (Conrad) but had violated the memoirist's guiding principles of authenticity and sincerity.
In interviews Slater said that if her book was taken literally, "like it was just one more true account of just another disease", then she had failed in what she had set out to do (Slater in Quamme), and instead suggested that readers should read Lying as the metaphorical, rather than factual, truth, as what she had meant to convey in her memoir was the way she felt, and whether the incidents she described are factual or fabricated was not important (Slater in Dallas). "I exaggerate," Slater confesses, or boasts, in the book's opening line, immediately setting herself up as an unreliable narrator and expressing the book's central theme: its untruthfulness. This is followed by further proclamations of her lack of belief in the possibility that memoir can ever be a vehicle for clarity or truth about the past.
We all know memory is imperfect, that we recall events that never happened, things than no one else can confirm and details about the past that turn out to be utterly wrong, but Slater takes this faulty nature of memory and exploits it, believing "the illusions we hold (and the lies we tell in recollecting our pasts) are more important than accuracy" (Jenkins 28). Slater takes as her starting point that it is common for memoirs to contain some reconstructed scenes and for fictions to contain literal autobiographical truths, and elides these together to say that defining one from the other is sometimes impossible and therefore, does not matter.
While initially persuaded by Slater's tale (the book is, after all, marketed as a memoir - and there are no warnings for the reader except that "I exaggerate"), her consistent statements about her propensity to lie soon drew me away from any real engagement with the story or the author, until I believed that everything she wrote was wholly invented. So much so that by the time Slater begs us to believe that she really had Munchausen's syndrome (where the patient pretends illnesses, and really suffers symptoms as an attention-seeking device), I not only didn't believe her, but I didn't care either.
Amanda Nash, writing in the Women's Review of Books, was seduced by the uncertainty,
I, however, found myself quickly moving from asking, "Does Slater really have epilepsy? And if she does, how badly? Or does she instead have Munchausen's, or the borderline personality, bipolar disorders, and autism she claims?" to "Why am I continuing to read this?" Slater asks,
This is almost persuasive (Slater is a dazzling writer) but there is a great difference between the philosophical and practical problems of defining or relaying absolute truth of experience in writing and telling outright untruths - a difference which, for me, comes down to the considerable difference between having, thinking you have, or wishing you had, a certain disease: life and death for instance. Slater slides her oppositions together - but there is a huge distinction between Nabokov's acknowledgment in his memoir Speak, Memory that memory is faulty, and Slater's that this means the past can be (and, therefore, might as well be) completely invented. She even describes this slippery slope,
Readers of lifewriting will usually suspend disbelief (even though what is written is often largely unverifiable), but such deferral of belief is impossible when someone is continually suggesting, bald-facedly, that they are (or might be) lying to you.
Slater proposes that "What matters in knowing and telling yourself is not the historical truth, which fades as our neurons decay and stutter, but the narrative truth, which is delightfully bendable and politically powerful" (Slater 219); but the contract I, as reader, had with the memoirist was so irretrievably shattered, that when, after finishing Lying, I then read Slater's two earlier memoirs (the first focusing on her history of schizophrenia, the second on her experiences with depression) I found I could not believe anything she wrote - an effect intensified by the fact that some of the events recounted in Lying contradict those in her previous memoirs.
When Slater writes,
I am convinced, but I feel conned. While reading her work I often felt that, as a highly-trained practicing psychologist, Slater was manipulating me - and very unpleasantly so. She even croons,
but, as a biographer, I cannot give up my belief that although fact and fiction are often difficult to distinguish, they are not indistinguishable. Once Slater's central assertion in Lying revealed itself to be that it does not matter what is true or not, I was lost to her project and, more than that, frightened for the integrity of lifewriting as a genre.
Why this anxiety? With titles of reviews like "Tall Tales: A writer boldly invents her past" (Dieckmann: 47), Lying's amoral fabrication allowed critics not only to comment on "the slipperiness of all memoir" (Quamme) and its "colourful exaggeration" (Peregrin) but to wonder if the whole genre was spent, burnt out, decadent. There was even a moment when Slater's book seemed to have spawned a new genre: the fake memoir. Works such as playwright and performance artist Mike Albo's Hornito: My Lie Life (2000) - constructed to confuse the reader about whether his work was memoir or fiction - and Daniel Handler's novel, Watch Your Mouth (2000), prompted critics to see the whole genre of memoir writing as "sliding into cynicism" (Riley, 84).
At first I took no notice of this. I wasn't interested in Reagan and suspect most authorised biographies. But Morris' Dutch could not be ignored. Certainly one of the most discussed and controversial US books of recent times, definitely one of the most high profile biographies of the past decade, this work attracted critical and popular attention for years before it was published, and is still a site of heated debate. Although numerous aspects of the book were discussed (including that Morris was paid an advance of US$3 million and took more than 14 years to produce his text) the most controversial was not Morris' interpretation of Reagan's character and actions, but that Morris had invented not only a narrator (and his family and friends) and inserted them into the text as real people, but that he had similarly created a fictional archive alongside the real one, and represented this in the book's footnotes, giving his made-up references as much authority as really-existing sources. His fictional narrator was, moreover, named Edmund Morris, but as some 30 or so years older than the author Edmund Morris was not only a contemporary of Reagan's but a co-student at college with the President-to-be.
Much of the debate swung around definitions of biography and memoir. I believe a memoir, if not about one's own life, to usually be a personal account of someone else by a friend or colleague of the subject. In the constellation of lifewriting, memoir is accepted to be a more intimate, more impressionistic and usually less comprehensive portrait of its subject than a biography, a portrait which is often drawn with some knowledge of the essential subjectivity of memory. But because Morris' narrator (as memoirist) was not real, this work is, to my thinking, more a historical novel than any kind of lifewriting.
The problem for me is not Morris' overall technique - I am, myself, writing a fictionalised biography in the form of an invented first-person memoir - but that Morris does his work dishonestly. He does not reveal what is invented and what is documented fact, and indeed, a close analysis of his much flouted 155 pages of notes reveal these to be slippery and deceptive. Although they seem (by sheer mass) to suggest all of Morris' fictionalisations are based on thorough research, they indeed, leave the reader no clearer regarding what is invented and what is not, and at times, as in invented letters between his fictional characters, seem intended to deceive and confuse.
It is the difference, for me, between a sincere desire to tell the truth and a wilful, and conscious, propensity to tell that which Eggers, Slater and Morris know is not true. It is the wilfulness that is important. A sincere intention does not, of course, mean that what someone writes is right (there are probably Holocaust deniers who are sincere) but for memoirists and other lifewriters it seems, at very least, one of the basic conditions of the genre, and the pact that lifewriters have with their audiences.
Albo, Mike. Hornito: My Lie Life. New York: Harper Collins, 2000. Return to article.
Conrad, Peter. 'When the tiff gets going....' The Observer 11 March 2001. http://books.guardian.co.uk/departments/biography/story/0,6000,449806,00.html [accessed 20/03/01]. Return to article.
Dallas, Nancy C. 'Mental illness from intimate point of view., The DecaturDaily. Online edition. 13 August 2000. http://www.decaturdaily.com/decaturdaily/books/000813/two.shtml [accessed 12/10/00]. Return to article.
Dieckmann, Katherine. 'Lying: A Metaphorical Memoir (review)'. US Weekly 17 July 2000: 47. Return to article.
Eggers, Dave. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius: Based on a True Story. New York: Simon & Schuster, 2000. Return to article.
Fish, Stanley. 'Just published: minutiae without meaning'. The New York Times 7 September 1999: A23. Return to article.
Handler, Daniel. Watch Your Mouth. New York: Thomas Dunne/St. Martin's Press, 2000. Return to article.
Jenkins, Emily. 'Now I lie me'. Mirabella June-July 2000: 28. Return to article.
Morris, Edmund. Dutch: A Memoir of Ronald Reagan. New York: Random House, 1999. Return to article.
Nabokov, Vladimir. Speak, Memory. Everyman Library. New York: Alfred A Knopf, 1999 (first published as Conclusive Evidence, 1951). Return to article.
Nash, Amanda. 'We all fall down'. Women's Review of Books 18, 1 (October 2000) 14. Return to article.
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Quamme, Margaret. 'Lying comes in shades of truth'. The Columbus Dispatch 30 July 2000. http://www.dispatch.com/news/newsfea00/jul00/367878.html [accessed 12/11/00]. Return to article.
Riley, Charles A. "Lying by Lauren Slater (review)'. WeMedia January-February 2001: 84. Return to article.
Sims, Aimee M. 'Lying: an honest memoir of self-discovery'. Associated Press. Brainerddispatch.com. http://www.brainerddispatch.com/stories/080300/tem_0803000019.shtml [accessed 12/11/00]. Return to article.
Slater, Lauren. Lying: A Metaphorical Memoir. New York: Random House, 2000. Published in UK as Spasm: a Memoir with Lies. London: Methuen, 2000. Return to article.
Smith, Sidonie and Julia Watson. 'The rumpled bed of autobiography: extravagant lives, extravagant questions'. Biography 24, 1 (Winter 2001) 1-14. Return to article.
Donna Lee Brien is a Lecturer in Creative Writing at Queensland University of Technology. Tess Brady and Donna Lee Brien's The Girl's Guide to Real Estate will be published by Allen and Unwin later this year.
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