Although I now live in a major city, I was born and raised in a small
town. A romance with writing probably began when I was seven and I
handprinted, on many small pages of foolscap, an outraged letter to the
Cracker Jack Company complaining about a box of their product which did
not contain the promised prize. The result was an apology and two dozen
free boxes, which may have planted in my mind the idea that the written
word could bring delight and also possessed the power to correct
wrongs. Upon graduation from college, I discovered it would not be easy
to pursue my goal of earning a living as a writer. Repeatedly, I was
told that a job I sought had to be given to a man because men had to
support families. I tried several cities and encountered much the same
attitude. The new field of public relations, however, offered
opportunities to women (and low salaries), and I worked in that field
for twelve years, until I switched to journalism.
The method I
used is a blend of life review, oral history, a variation of intensive
journal and modern biography. The final text is a synthesis of
memoir—in that the content is not a product of research, details and
dates are not fact-checked, but wholly derived from the subject’s
recollections and her own words; and biography—in that a second person
has created a structure that reflects a theme or something else of note
that the writer finds in the subject. To alert readers to this duality,
I call these narratives first person biographies. —JANICE MARUCA
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