“When two writers meet, and fall in love, and break
up, and then begin to write, is this competition impossible to avoid? Even in
nonfiction, truth one can butt up against truth two. I haven’t intentionally
invented anything here, but if Sam swore that he’d sent those freshman-year
notes to my campus mailbox rather than slipping them under my door as I
remember, would I vehemently disagree? Did we really send letters to his
parents’ house? (Or do I just read too many 19th-century novels and like the
antique feel of a “poste restante”?) Would Sam even remember the overgrown
plant, which has become for me a symbol of a love that no longer fit?
“More important, does it matter if our accounts
diverge? Probably not, and not just because one is nominally fiction. Fiction
or non — there’s no such thing as a single truth when you’re writing the story
of a breakup.”— Chloe Schama, “First Person: Never Date a Writer. You’ll End Up As Material,” New York Magazine, December 11, 2014
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