Smoking Diary #32: Good luck with that freaking memoir
Update: 2025-09-05
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by Sarah Hepola
It’s 5:12 am, and your narrator just woke up from a crazy-ass dream, partly inspired by Tom Wolfe’s “Radical Chic” essay. It’s an anxiety dream for a month of anxiety: Your narrator is in the process of sharing pages from her long-in-process memoir. It’s been a challenge! For instance, one casual dinner with her brother ended in tears (for her) and an early exit (him). We talk about personal disclosure, perception versus reality, and why anyone would do this anyway.
At some point, a possum starts rubbing his face against a plank of wood in the distance. Imagine the hotel sex scene from Top Gun but between a possum and a plank of wood, and you’ll get the visual.
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