Where does non-fiction end and fiction begin?

Cross-posted from: Adventures in Biography
Originally published: 27.06.15

Back in April I drew your attention to a marvelous review by Janet Malcolm of the non-fiction work of Joseph Mitchell.  In the course of the review Malcolm makes the startling revelation that his non-fiction is substantially enhanced by the (recently discovered) fictional additions.

Mitchell’s travels across the line that separates fiction and nonfiction are his singular feat. His impatience with the annoying, boring bits of actuality, his slashings through the underbrush of unreadable facticity, give his pieces their electric force, are why they’re so much more exciting to read than the work of other nonfiction writers of ambition.

Malcolm’s point also caught the attention of Catherine K Buni, a writer whose articles and essays have been published or anthologized by The Atlantic online, The New York Times, The Rumpus, Soul of the Sky, and The Writer, among others.  Buni’s fascinating essay, ‘Pants on Fire: The Genre That Cannot Be Named‘, has been published on The Millions.

Given everything we know, why do nonfiction writers continue to make stuff up and not tell readers? Given everything we know, why do readers continue to feel betrayed and outraged when nonfiction writers do this?

The essay is worth reading for itself, but it also contains links to a wide range of fascinating books:  some that illustrate her point, others that illuminate it.  I’m a sucker for books about writing and Buni’s list includes:

  • Blurring the Boundaries: Explorations on the Fringes of Nonfiction, Naomi Kimbell
  • You Can’t Make This Stuff Up: The Complete Guide to Writing Creative Nonfiction, Lee Gutkind
  • A Field Guide for Immersion WritingRobin Hemley
  • Tiger Writing: Art, Culture, and the Interdependent Self, Gish Jen
  • The Lifespan of a Fact, Jim Fingal & John D’Agata

Right, well, that’s my birthday request list right there….

 

Adventures in BiographyI have a young family and a demanding day job but in my spare time (!) I’m working on a biography of one of Australia’s first white colonists: Elizabeth MacArthur. So far in the course of working on the manuscript I’ve met some wonderful people and travelled to some amazing places. I thought it was about time to share the wonder and my amazement.

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