tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337702883477909064.post4650106307947824743..comments2010-10-28T13:07:40.111-07:00Comments on Writing is My Drink: What Frank McCourt Taught Me...and Alienated Youth Part Huit, I supposeTheo Nestorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260576118303619667noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337702883477909064.post-49511361530674008402010-09-03T07:24:16.346-07:002010-09-03T07:24:16.346-07:00I agree, Abby, it's a certain type of crazy.I agree, Abby, it's a certain type of crazy.Theo Nestorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09260576118303619667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337702883477909064.post-69909730167663378272010-09-02T18:11:01.057-07:002010-09-02T18:11:01.057-07:00In Homer, armies cut men through the middle down t...In Homer, armies cut men through the middle down to the knees which for some reason (probably having to do with the trauma of having to read Homer in the first place) I remember Homer describing as a man being "flayed." I think that word describes pretty well the way it feels it feels to write memoir.<br /><br />Frank seems like he must have been a pretty great memoir teacher. I am glad to say that I think you channel him well.<br /><br />One does, however, have to question the sanity of a memoirist... ;)Abigailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04628004126702020793noreply@blogger.com