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Windows & DoorsYouve got three exercises wrapped in one in this module. Look for the in theleft margin to find them. Write for you. Right now.
The BIG pictureTheme for a writer can be likened to the seasonings a cook uses. Themes can be
spicy or sweet, pungent or mellow. Tied closely with the tone or voice of the work,
theme helps others look deeper into who you are. The right theme can propel the
reader into your world.
Take a few moments and think. In your writings will you be the hero or the martyr,
the sinner or the saint? Will your memoir say, I made it despite all odds! or I justdid the best I could.
On a sheet of paper, list at least five possible titles for your memoir, the story of your
life. Examine them to see what youre saying about yourself. Are you happy about
your accomplishments? Or are you more than a little disappointed? Your tone and
theme should reflect your feelings. Be honest with yourself. Dont just spin it how
you think others want you to.
Take this exercise a little further and list our possible chapter titles. These titles can
reflect the sub-themes of each chapter. These sub-themes should work in harmony
with your overall theme.
For example: Lets say youre going to name you memoir Shuckin and Jivin. Youplan to write it with a lively, no-nonsense street tone on the 1970s. Chapters might
then be titled Good Times, Moving on Up, Papa was a Rollin Stone. An effective
theme for a work like this would be happy but not sugar-coated. Put in sentence
form it would look something like this: My lifes been hard but its been good.
Good startsYour goal as a writer is to hook your reader right at the beginning. Your objective is to
stir up curiosity, set up drama, or create conflict with your first few sentences. That is
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your hook, that powerful little something that grabs and teases your reader into
wanting more. Your hook should open the windows and door wide for your reader.
Study the hooks from the published memoir excerpts below and write out what you
think the hook works. Examine each piece and write what you think the conflict,
tone, theme, voice, and setting are.
Cane Riverby Lalita Tademy
CANE RIVER, LOUISIANA1834
On the morning of her ninth birthday, the day after Madame Franoise
Derbanne slapped her, Suzette peed on the rosebushes. Before the
plantation bell sounded she had startled awake, tuned her ears to the
careless breathing of Mam'zelle above her in the four-poster bed, listened for
movement from the rest of the sleeping household, and quietly pushed
herself up from her straw pallet on the floor.
Suzette made her way quickly down the narrow hall, beyond the wall altar,
and past the polished mahogany grandfather clock in the front room, careful
to sidestep the squeaky board by the front door. Outside on the gallery, her
heart thudded so wildly that the curiosity of the sound helped soften the fear.
Her breath felt too big for her chest as she inched past the separate entrance
to the stranger's room and around to the side of the big house where the
prized bushes waited.
Barefoot into the darkness, aided only by the slightest remnant of the
Louisiana summer moon, she chose Madame's favorite, a sprawling
rosebush with delicate pale yellow flowers and visible roots as long as her
father's fiddling bow.
The task didn't take long, going and coming back, and Oreline's breathing
was still soft and regular when Suzette slipped back onto her makeshift
mattress at the foot of the bed. The only evidence that Suzette had been
gone at all was a thin, jagged scratch on her bare arm from a thorn she
hadn't seen in the darkness.
The Color of Waterby James McBride
Im dead.
You want to talk about my family and here I been dead to them for fifty years.
Leave me alone. Dont bother me. They want no parts of me and me I dont
want no parts of them. Hurry up and get this interview over with. I want to
watch Dallas. See, my family, if you have been a part of them, you wouldnt
have time for this foolishness, your roots, so to speak. Youd be better off
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watching the Three Stooges than to interview them, like to go interview my
father, forget it. Hed have a heart attack if he saw you. Hes dead now
anyway, or if not hes 150 years old.
I was born an Orthodox Jew on April 1, 1921. April Fools Day, in Poland. I
dont remember the name of the town where I was born, but I don remember
my Jewish name: Ruchel Dwajra Zylska. My parents got rid of that name when
we came to America and changed it to Rachel Deborah Shilsky, and I got rid ofthat name when I was nineteen and never used it again after I left Virginia for
good in 1941. Rachel Shilsky is dead as far as Im concerned. She had to die
in order for me, the rest of me, to live.
My family mourned me when I married your father. They said kaddish and sat
shiva. Thats how Orthodox Jews mourn their dead. They say prayers, turn
their mirrors down, sit on boxes for seven days, and cover their heads. Its a
real workout, which is maybe why Im not a Jew now. There were too many
rules to follow, too many forbiddens and you cant and you mustnts but
does anybody say they love you? Not in my family, we didnt. We didnt talk
that way. We said things like, Theres a box in there for the nails, or myfather would say, Be quiet while I sleep.
Angelas Ashes by Frank McCourt
My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and
married and where I was born. Instead they returned to Ireland when I was
four, my brother, Malachy, three, the twins, Oliver and Eugene, barely one, and
my sister, Margaret, dead and gone.
When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I managed to survive at all. It
was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth
your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish
childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.
People everywhere brag and whimber about the woes of their early years, but
nothing can compare to the Irish version: the poverty; the shiftless loquacious
alcoholic father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; the pompous
priests; bullying schoolmasters; the English and the terrible things they did to
us for eight hundred long years.
Above all we were wet.
Out in the Atlantic Ocean great sheets of rain gathered to drift slowly up the
River Shannon and settle forever in Limerick. The rain dampened the city from
the Feast of the Circumcision to New Years Eve. It created a cacophony of
hacking coughs, bronchial rattles, asthmatic wheezes, consumptive croaks. It
turned noses into fountains
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