In your memoir, you’ll introduce readers to places where you
experienced significant events. Since your readers weren’t there—and since reading
your memoir will likely be the first time they’ll experience those places—develop
them well.
Why? Because readers need to identify with you, they want to
live your experience with you.
“Whether you write fiction or non-fiction (especially
memoirs), you’ve got to completely engage your readers,” writes Sheila Bender.
“Create vivid scenes using images that appeal to all the senses….”
So then, be deliberate in describing the place, the setting,
of major events in your memoir: Include sensory details—details pertaining to
the five senses: seeing, touching, tasting, smelling, and hearing.
Step back in time, look around, and describe the place as if
you were seeing it for the first time.
If your scene is indoors, take your readers with you into a
building or a room. What did you see, feel, taste, smell, and hear? Was it
dusty or polished, cluttered or tidy, warm or cold, old or new, welcoming or
unfriendly?
If your scene takes place outdoors, what did you see, feel,
taste, smell, and hear? Include weather, seasons, time of day, the landscape
and geography—ocean, desert, rain forest, island, mountain. Describe plants,
animals, and maybe even the place’s culture, traditions, folklore, races,
languages, and mood or atmosphere.
Below you’ll find examples of well-developed places. (The
first two are from works of fiction, but the art and craft of describing a place
is the same whether fiction or nonfiction; nonfiction—memoir, in our case—is
always true.)
“They always went the
same way, south along the Wenatchee River until its confluence with the
Columbia. The Wenatchee River was narrow and familiar, clattering and riffling,
surrounded by evergreens and then, later, rocky gravel banks, but the Columbia
was different. It was kingly. Serious, roiling, wide. It looked as if it was
not flowing very quickly, but Talmadge told Angelene that it was. No matter how
many times she saw the Columbia, she was always struck by it. She sometimes
dreamed about it, about walking along it and staring at its strange opaque
quality, or trying to cross it by herself….”
This is an excerpt from Marilynne Robinson’s Lila:
“When they were children they used
to be glad when they stayed in a workers’ camp, shabby as they all were, little
rows of cabins with battered tables and chairs and moldy cots inside, and maybe
some dishes and spoons. They were dank and they smelled of mice…. Somebody
sometime had nailed a horseshoe above the door of a cabin they had for a week,
and they felt this must be important….
“They were given crates of fruit
that was too ripe or bruised, and the children ate it till they were…sick of
the souring smell of it and the shiny little black bugs that began to cover it,
and then they would start throwing it at each other and get themselves covered
with rotten pear and apricot. Flies everywhere. They’d be in trouble for
getting their clothes dirtier than they were before. Doane hated those camps.
He’d say, ‘Folks sposed to live like that?’…”
Here is an excerpt
from my second memoir, still in rough draft:
Our mission center “was into the dry season and the sky was a
clear, clean blue with hardly a wisp of a cloud. Daytime temperatures soared to
over a hundred degrees in the shade—cruel, withering.
“The green scent of rainy season had
given way to the spicy fragrance of sun-dried grasses. As far as the eye could
see, immense open stretches of deep emerald had disappeared, leaving the llanos
stiff and bleached and simmering under unrelenting equatorial sun. Most lush
greens had turned a parched blonde. Leaves had gone brown and fallen. Even my
favorite tree dropped its leaves—the young one with delicate fern-like leaves.
“Muddy paths and one-lane tracks
turned rock-hard and, with use, changed to dust. Yards and airstrips and open
fields turned to dust, too. From sun up to sundown, a stiff wind blew across
the llanos from central South America, a gift from God because it offered a
little relief. On the other hand, dust blew through jalousied widows and into homes and offices and we used rocks and paper weights and other
heavy objects to keep papers from blowing away. Dust settled on our counters
and furniture and in cracks and crannies and on our necks and in our
armpits and up our noses.” (Linda K. Thomas, Oh God Don't Make Me Go Don't Make Me Go)
To help you recall details about the culture and geography of your place, look up sites on the internet like
“You might be from Seattle if….”
For example, if you’re from Seattle you:
- know what Lutefiske is
- know lots of people who
work for Microsoft and Boeing
- know more people who own
boats than air conditioners
- know how to pronounce
Sequim, Puyallup, Issaquah, and Dosewallips
- know how to pronounce geoduck,
know what it is, and how to eat it.
And Jeff Foxworthy says that if you’re from Seattle, “You
can point to two volcanoes, even if you cannot see through the cloud cover,”
and “You notice that ‘the mountain is out’ when it’s a pretty day and you can
actually see it.” (And I would add: You
know which mountain is “the” mountain.)
Recreate your memoir’s places for your readers. Think about
the five senses and ask yourself, for example, what were the sounds of those
places? Whispering, yelling, praying, arguing? Construction noises? Traffic
noises? Or only wind in the trees? (If so, what kinds of trees were they?
Douglas fir? Aspen? Palm?)
Spend time recollecting the other senses pertaining to your
special places: the sights, the textures, tastes, and smells.
Reconstruct your key scenes’ places
and invite readers to
experience them in the way you did.