Word: memoire
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There is the sweet air of an authentic memoir about The Flamingo Kid, which recollects an adolescent experience in gentle but nonsoporific tranquillity. The time is 1963, and Jeffrey Willis (Matt Dillon) is a poor Brooklyn boy working for the summer at an upper-middle-class Long Island beach club. There he meets a car dealer (Richard Crenna), slightly shady and blatantly materialistic, who tries to tempt him away from the good values of his decent dad (Hector Elizondo), a plumber whose trade may be humble but whose spirit is not. There is originality and poignancy in Neal Marshall...
Nearly every journalist believes he has a novel in him. But if he manages to produce the work, it often bears a disquieting resemblance to journalism. Nicholas von Hoffman's first novel, Organized Crimes, is a happy exception. This is no self-absorbed memoir of How I Broke the Big Story or of backstairs city-room intrigues; indeed, its only journalist of consequence is in the pay of mobsters and is introduced to the narrative at the moment he is shot dead...
...Susan Cheever write Home Before Dark, a "biographical memoir" of her father -- published a mere two years after his death, and revealing his hidden triad of dark sins: alcoholism, marital strife, and homosexuality...
...serves as his office, near the Luxembourg Gardens, Manheim has produced inventive English versions of some of Europe's most difficult writers, including Louis-Ferdinand Celine and Günter Grass. Manheim's most recent endeavor: a canny rendering of The Weight of the World, an elliptical memoir by Austrian Playwright Peter Handke...
John Cheever died at age 70 in 1982. Near the end of her "biographical memoir" of the late writer, his daughter Susan, the author of three novels, recalls a visit to her father's grave in Massachusetts: "I look down at the snowy earth where my father lies. There are footprints under the maple tree that grows over his grave. People have been here, although the snow around the other graves is untrammeled. It was June when we buried him-the summer solstice. The day I return is Ash Wednesday. He lies there in the cold winter ground...