At least four.
There are four; scheduled, planned, their dates scratched in my purse calendar (yes, I still have one of them low tech, outmoded, real paper thangs with daily grids) an' tapped into the digital boss.
Add to them four, the ad hocs.
I belong to four formal book clubs. I is sometimes able to make a handful of ad hoc book discussion groups per year.
Books, like anythang else humans do on a regular basis, generates buzz. Book Buzz. Author Buzz. Reader Buzz.
In the buzz I keep hearin' about "Creative non -fiction"
Callin' all editors: Ya' know how aggravatin' it is when authors is guilty of word inflation? When they use 4 words when one will do? "At the present time" is "now." One word. Doan need four words to mean "now." ( Unlessin' youse a Cracker, then all editin' is superfluous.)
I'se jes' as aggravated by folks makin' up whole new genres, like "creative non-fiction."
What is it supposed to mean? Right off, to me, it means, it ain't factual. It's ebellished, dramatized. Heah's how the genre is described, "creative nonfiction, which presents or treats information using the tools of the fiction writer while maintaining allegiance to fact."
Non-fiction is already so broad, thar' ain't no use a'tall to add another category. I did some research, an it seems that the "Creative Non-Fiction" category wuz invented to make memoir sound jucier. It titillates ya: "This ain't yore grandma's memoir."
Some months back Book Club One read The Glass Castle, a popular memoir by Jeannette Walls. It recounts her harrowiwn' childhood, safety-pinned together by perfect bookends of dysfunctional parents. Accounts of hunger an' fear are sparkled up some wif' hilarious skedaddle romps--to relieve the reader's horror. I cain't say, of course, if Ms. Walls indulged in a stretch or flourish heah an' theah. I doan think thar' coulda' been any need to do so, as the core story is beyond sufficient to keep the reader flippin' pages. It's a memoir, but wuz it creative? In the sense of "creative writing'."
One thang fer shure, it wuz revealin' an I ain't shure all Jeannette Walls' siblin's were quite ready to have their personal sufferin' laid bare to 5 million readers/ listeners.
Buzzin' in mah bookclubs is another grimy, desperately hungry child, now growed up an tellin' her tale in Ghostbread. The reviews are flights of praise few books ever enjoy. Reckon I might order a copy, but, what holds me back some, is it's designation as "creative non-fiction". Poverty is gut-wrenchin' enough, do the authors need to be "creative" about it? Or mebbe, that's publisher speak for "Ya gotta buy this book!"
Jes' mullin' it over out loud heah, I guess I doan much want my non-fiction messed wif'-- whar' does "creative" fuzzy the line of fact?
An' what about poor Huckleberry Finn gettin' a scrubbin' so's to lose his Huckleberry-ness? Sophie-Mae done mentioned this recently--The PC wreckin' ball takes a classic like Huck an' strips it of the word nigger, the sends it back out to schools an' public libraries. Y'all know this is a much bigger issue that simple PC, right? It is revisionist history, an' mind control....well, ain't it?
What memoir does any of y'all recommend? Why?