memoirs

i am very fond of memoirs. they can be very boring, to some, as the on-goings of another's life is hardly worth one's while. especially if the writer's life is of no interest, or if they haven't had a way with words to make their lives seem interesting. then the reader would find the writer's life to be more monotonous and routinic than his, and endeavour to have a bitter outlook on his own personal life! but i could say this... for instance; francis mccourt: i do not know if his memoirs were entirely truthful, but i have found his words to be delicious. even if i were to do something trivial, his words and lines come back to me. the precise description stays in mind. he made the ordinary things seem more delightful to observe than extra-ordinary things. marcel proust: his series are a memoir, originally. he might have added tid-bits, here and there. but the outcome is sensational. it seems, at times, that his occurances are the same as mine. it brings in an idea of how all of our lives are like-- excessively humane.