“Was Life Simpler Back Then?” Vol. 2. Opening arguments.

Novelists don’t write alone. The unconscious does the heavy lifting. While conscious, many writers can be like stenographers with a flair for editing.

What we say about ourselves consciously in the life writing or self histories has always to be viewed sceptically. An insight that seemed to me profound hearing it many, many years ago: it’s not what we put in diaries that counts. It’s what we leave out.

Does the unsaid in life writing count for more than the said? Some people are remarkably honest about themselves, but would I consciously leave out things in any life writing? Yes.

Autobiography is too self-aggrandizing. Fiction is more fun to do. Fiction frees up writers to find and tell truths he/she wouldn’t admit to when writing about themselves.

The Plain Truth

All the planes are on strike

Saying the skies are too wet

We won’t work Sundays

The awful treatment we get

People don’t understand

What’s endured in the sky

Worse coming down to land

Left out on concrete to dry

Like old tech thrown away

Fending for our lost selves

One more race you love to hate

Glued aluminium okay

But we still stay up, hey

No human is near as smart

Now on we’ll fly when we like

Lew Collins