The Strange Experience of Having My Memoir Turned Into a Movie
I really enjoyed reading this piece on-line at Vulture: The Strange Experience of Having My Memoir Turned Into a Movie I’m sure we’ve all fantasized about who would play us in the movie of our life. In a world of reality TV sometimes it is hard to tell the difference between reality and what is scripted. There are days when it all feels fake. Now we all take poetic license even if we’re not poets. Same with memoir. As this blog states: what’s important is how we think it happened. I’ll be the first to admit that to make a good flash memoir I have to conflate events, narrow down the cast of characters. Often I nudge reality by giving it an arc. I end up with quasi fiction/quasi non-fiction. A blended remembering. This same notion can be applied to film adaptation. That’s why most movies with novel titles usually have a disclaimer of sorts: based upon . . . A Jane Austen movie is not a Jane Austen novel. Movies and books are not apples and oranges, more like apples ...