Issue #54, Winter 2015
Write What You Don't Know
Between the Lines
Write What You Don't Know
From our very first endeavors in creative writing, we’re told to write what we know. As nonfiction writers, we’re proud of our fealty to the truth. We don’t make things up. Or, if we do make things up, we employ the deftness and elegance of signal phrases. We write, I imagine. Or, I believed. We write, She told me, because the fact is that she did, and the truth conveyed to us is hers (whoever she may be).
Writing creative nonfiction, I take great delight in working with what I know and what I can learn. What happens, though, when facts, for any number of reasons, just can’t be known?
What happens when facts, for any number of reasons, just can’t be known?
Here’s a true story: In a writing workshop, a student of mine worried because she was unable to pin down the facts about a story from her husband’s family background. He didn’t know the truth either, only a legend of a forebear’s romance in a European country during a war long ended. The workshop student said there were no letters, no documents, and no one living who knew the story for certain. Did it happen? she worried. Could she write the story into her memoir if she had no proof?
“First having read the book of myths, / and loaded the camera, / and checked the edge of the knife-blade, / I put on / the body-armor of black rubber / the absurd flippers / the grave and awkward mask,” wrote poet and essayist Adrienne Rich in her poem “Diving into the Wreck.” As nonfiction writers, we’re eager to carve open our myths. Family histories are made of myths: what is myth but a story of ancestry built in part on falsehood? Writing a true story, we want to track down the truths, both objective and subjective, using documents, photos, and interviews to corroborate our story. But sometimes, family members are dead or otherwise unavailable to us. Documents may have been destroyed or lost. Medical and legal records can require permissions an author simply can’t obtain. What we’re left with is something like an old-fashioned game of telephone, where one whisper builds on another until the original meaning is gone. And as we write, we’re stymied, trying to find facts in those diminishing whispers.
But what if we considered this disadvantage from another angle and regarded the state of “not knowing” as fact? Marcia Aldrich, in Companion to an Untold Story, her memoir about a friend’s suicide and her endeavor to forgive not only him but also herself, addresses this concern head-on. She writes, “From the outset I have believed I was trying to write a story about the story, to be in its company. I can’t piece together a seamless, coherent account. Just the opposite. This is a record of my struggle with Joel’s struggle and indicates the limits of what I know and what I understand.”
Aldrich had some of what she calls her friend’s “nonmementos”—spoons, an egg coddler, letters. But he had destroyed personal photos, official documents, and the like. And so, in her larger narrative, she embraces the fact of those losses and what they might have told her.
As a nonfiction writer, what do you do when you don’t have a piece or pieces of research? You could consider yourself oddly lucky. The absence of these items is a conflict, and without conflict, there’s no plot. And so the story of not knowing becomes the story.
The facts my student believed she so crucially needed were out of her reach. But her attempts to locate a ship’s manifest, to gather family letters or diaries, to talk with an aged relative who could tell his own prismatic truth—those were all facts in themselves.
A dearth of facts can create a fertile space in the construction of a creative nonfiction narrative. Try considering, on the page, why you deem certain material important or where you and your narrative are without those facts. Tell the story of your research—its rewards, twists and turns, and dead ends. Write about the acts of myth-making and myth-uncovering. Write about what you don’t know.
I had sympathy for my workshop student: I’ve faced that empty space in my own writing. Before my father died, he told me his great aunt had been buried in a coffee can under a hedge on his parents’ lawn. This can’t possibly be true for countless reasons, not the least of which is that she’d have to have been cremated, which isn’t part of the Jewish burial tradition. I have no facts about my great-great-aunt other than a photo of her with a paper moon, probably at Coney Island. My grandmother and her brother are there, too—little kids then, long dead now. At first, this might seem to leave me with nothing to write about, at least not as nonfiction.
But I have so much. I have the fact of my father’s belief in the coffee can story, and I know firsthand of his affection for his great aunt. I have what I know from my own experience about my father’s penchant for strange stories and how I wish I could have seen Coney Island in its heyday. If I were brave enough, I could go to my father’s childhood home and ask the strangers who live there now if I could search their hedge for an ancient coffee can. Someday, if I’m ever in the neighborhood, I might. That’s a plot element right there, regardless of what I find—or don’t find.
Creative nonfiction is a gloriously flexible genre. What we don’t know or can’t know doesn’t have to wreck our writing. Instead, what seemed at first to be only an empty space can be an opportunity to shape and expand a narrative, exploring the gaps and writing our way through the myths.
* Image: "Perhaps She is Frightened at Being Dead II" by Terry Boyd
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