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Show seize the metaphor of fragments and consider that all stories-whether of the chosen or the not-are fragmentary, are halting, partial, and not whole. The lie we tell ourselves when we fall asleep at night is the same one the diarist seeks in the pages of her diary: I am the same today as I was yesterday. A memoirist can either weave that lie into her own pages and make a life feel round and full or she can admit at the beginning that her life is not a narrative arc but rather a pile on the floor. 14 |
