Waxing Episodic: On Meg Tilly, Early Trauma and the Rise of the Fragmented Memoir
I have fallen for a thirty-year-old memoir. That fact that a memoir snagged me isn’t surprising. For all the genre’s pitfalls—the dogged self-reference, unmitigated earnestness and occasional fibbery—when a story is both well-told and true, its power is unparalleled. A good memoir can magnify silenced voices, shed light on overlooked places and connect us beyond...