BTT: So, Tell Me About Yourself.
There are so many crappy biographies … would you rather read a poorly written biography of a fascinating life, OR an exquisitely well-written, wonderful read of one of a not-so-interesting life?
Well, goodness, obviously, I’d rather read a fabulously written account of a very interesting life! I’m not a terribly big biography or memoir gal, but given the choice between such “options”, I suppose that I would have to side with a perfectly painted story of absolutely nothing than an atrocious account of something otherwise interesting.
Generally, I’m of the thought that those who can, write. Those who can’t, probably shouldn’t.
I usually cringe at the thought of celebrity auto-bios, the famemoirs, as they’re not written by “writers” but, rather, by people who think that their lives, themselves, will tell a story. Oh, yes, I’m talking to you, Hollywood.
Now, on the flip side, does that mean that most of my favorite writers do not have terribly interesting personal lives and, thus, find it more interesting and fulfilling to write about nonexistent people through fiction? Meh, I don’t know if that’s the case. What I do know is that my favorite writers tend to work themselves into fiction as opposed to writing plain old text, specifically about themselves.
Gosh, this is snobby, but I really just don’t like biographies, autobiographies or anything resembling either one.
Forgive me my stuck-up trespasses and I’ll pretend I don’t see that “book” by and about Nicole Richie in your hands.