Tuesday, July 22, 2014
This is the dress that inspired me to write about white weddings. In reality it's more gold-toned, like heavy cream as opposed to paper. Still on the topic of getting married, this morning I lingered over an incredibly luxe bridal edition of C Magazine. For some reason my grandma gets a subscription, despite being 89 and having no interest whatsoever in fashion or "high society". Mail can be mysterious. But I'm not complaining, because I like glossy magazines full of expensive things. They're fun to read, and I save them to use later as collage materials.
Speaking of reading and artwork, last night I fell into Alison Bechdel's Fun Home, and this morning I started working on Truth is Fragmentary by Gabrielle Bell. Graphic novels go so quickly. My mom bought them both at New York's historic Strand Bookstore, and gave them to me as souvenirs from her trip. Being immersed in the two authors' depictions of their lives made me reflect moodily on autobiographical writing versus fiction. I find autobiography so much easier. There's no pressure to invent anything--I just describe actual events. According to the harshest judgment, creative nonfiction is not creative at all; there's no genuine making involved. Luckily I don't really believe that...
So now you know what I've been flipping through to keep avoiding my sociology textbook.