As I was leaving the library one afternoon, I took a quick look at the staff recommended books because you never know what you might find. For some inexplicable reason, one book caught my attention. Picking it up so I could inspect it a bit further, I noticed it was a memoir by Lauren Slater entitled Lying: A Metaphorical Memoir. After seeing it was published in 2000, I figured for a 14-year-old memoir to receive a library staff recommendation it must be pretty good. And let’s face it, who can resist a memoir called Lying? Needless to say, I grabbed Slater’s memoir and headed back to the automated check-out machine.
The easiest way to describe this book is to simply say it’s Lauren Slater’s recollection of her childhood battles with severe epilepsy, kleptomania and compulsive lying, followed by her coming of age experiences and her road to becoming a writer. But such an easy explanation is out of the question. After all, it’s gotta be called Lying for a reason. Therefore, in telling her story, Slater mixes fact and fiction while serving up truth mixed with half truth. Crazy thing is nothing feels fake or outlandish. Try as you can, while reading Lying you’re never truly able to discern what’s real and what’s a fabrication. The only thing more disturbing than this is you love Slater as a writer for doing this because her well-written memoir holds your attention and sucks you in.
I don’t know what’s true and false about this memoir. But honestly, I don’t care. The storytelling is superb. I was thoroughly entertained from start to finish. Hats off to the good people at the public library for introducing me to this fun memoir.