‘Push life in through your eyes and out your fingers. Is that what it means? An act of translation, A becomes – with effort – B, in which A is described. I read, recently, a male writer say that memoir isn’t for everyone, read a tweet saying only certain people should get anywhere close to ‘approximating’ memoir. I find this to be banal, an opinion of little value. Who gets to speak and why? The question, it seems, still needs to be asked twenty years later.’
You can read the full piece, in celebration of the Life Writing Prize, here.