When you write a memoir you risk hurting someone’s feelings. I’ve always imagined this being the writer hurting their parents, not a writer hurting their children. I don’t know why my brain hadn’t thought along this counter-line but it just hadn’t–not until I read a piece in the Times about the recent controversy over a memoir called “The Lost Child” by British writer, Julie Myerson, who has written about her son’s drug addiction. Her son, now 20, has condemned the book.
Should a writer be able to expose not only her own dirty laundry but also that of those around her? Seems like society is more accepting of the exposure of a drunken, child-beating parent than it is of a parent exposing the sins of their child.
Thoughts on this controversy?