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	<title>Memory Writers Network &#187; Madison Wisconsin</title>
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	<itunes:summary>Record the Stories of Your Life, tips, how-to, memoir book reviews, by Jerry Waxler</itunes:summary>
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		<title>How Boys Become Men? (Hint: Memoirs Help)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 12:25:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The big surprise was how much I was learning about boys. The more I read about other boys growing up, the more I began to see that growing up male has challenges that I had never before tried to put into words. After reading about Ed Husain's experience trying to overthrow all of Western civilization, and reflecting on my own rebellion, I took another look at boys.  <a href="http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/boys-to-men/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Read banned memoirs: Criminal or Social Activist?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 13:46:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Jerry Waxler In the 60&#8242;s, I vigorously protested the Vietnam War, but like most Americans I thought the organization called the Weather Underground had gone too far. Without knowing many details, I associated them with violent, irrational extremism. So &#8230; <a href="http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/fugitive-days-memoir-vietnam/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>by Jerry Waxler
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		<itunes:summary>by Jerry Waxler
In the 60&#8242;s, I vigorously protested the Vietnam War, but like most Americans I thought the organization called the Weather Underground had gone too far. Without knowing many details, I associated them with violent, irrational extremism.
So I was surprised to hear that one of the founders of that organization was not only a free man. He was an acclaimed educator. I first heard about Bill Ayers during the 2008 presidential campaign when television ads implied that Ayers&#8217; criticism of U.S. policy in Vietnam somehow tainted Barack Obama. The publicity intrigued me. I wanted to know more. After hearing an excellent radio interview with Bill Ayers, I decided to read his memoir &#8220;Fugitive Days.&#8221; Reading the book prodded me to review rusty old parts of my own beliefs.
When Ayers was a young man, his outrage against the war drove him to the brink of anarchy. In his memoir, &#8220;Fugitive Days,&#8221; he chronicles his violent thoughts and actions in almost poetic detail. Even after reading the memoir, it&#8217;s hard for me to decide if he was a hero who risked his life to save the world from the insanity of war, or a mad child, a criminal, bent on imposing his will on society. And therein lays the power of the memoir. It shows his world as it was, not as it ought to have been, allowing me to see for myself and ask my own questions. The description of life through his eyes provided a deeper understanding of the world than I could gain from sound bites and stereotypes.
Are young people idealistic or simple minded?
When I was young, adults taught me that people are supposed to be kind, generous, and empathetic. I desperately wanted to live in a world driven by these ideals. Too often, the difference between the world they preached and the one they actually offered made me angry. So I protested, trying to badger them into following their own principles. However, demanding change turned out to be far more complex than I first had hoped. After I participated in my first riot, I realized I was contributing to the very chaos that I wanted to stop.
The protest movement became increasingly strident at my alma mater, University of Wisconsin in Madison, until a climax in the1970 bombing of the Army Math Research Center. At 3 AM, when the bombers expected the building to be empty, a young physics researcher unrelated to the Army or the war was killed by the blast, exposing the dark side of extreme protest. More disturbing still, moral outrage against government policies can be used to justify all sorts of violent protest. For example, the Oklahoma City bombers claimed they were obeying higher principles, a justification that comes all too close to the reasoning of the Weather Underground.
According to Ayers, his group never took part in an action that resulted in a death, so the book does not justify murder. In fact, the book does very little justifying at all. Rather than analyzing his actions, or even looking back at them with the hindsight of an older man, Ayers offers an immersion experience in that period. Just as you wouldn&#8217;t expect to see cell phones in a movie about the Vietnam War, Ayers also tries to keep his thoughts appropriate for a young man during the height of the Vietnam war protests.
Feminism was still in the future
In Bill Ayers&#8217; time the feminist movement had not yet been born, so during his story, men were freely using women and justifying it with all sorts of theoretical excuses. Women were starting to complain, and in a rare nod to the future development of the feminist movement, Ayers hints at the tensions coming to the surface.
Structure is interesting: In Medias Res
The organizational structure of the book is interesting. The opening scene pulls me in with a bang. Ayers and his cronies are on the run, and they hear about the death of a comrade, letting me know they are all in mortal danger. This technique of &#8220;in medias res,&#8221; or starting in the midst of t[...]</itunes:summary>
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		<title>Link isolated anecdotes into a story with the power of your beliefs</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 14:02:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jerrywaxler</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Coming of age]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[A memoir starts with a single anecdote. Then another, and another. In our imagination, we know these events formed our life. But other people can't read our imagination. They can only read what's on the page. We must transform the anecdotes into a compelling story. The memoir writer's job is to discover the binding that will bring the reader from one event to the next. One place to look for this continuity is in your beliefs. Beliefs are important. They influence our decisions and shape our mood and emotion. And yet few writing classes explore the impact of ideas and beliefs. <a href="http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/anecdotes-story-beliefs/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Awakening bad memories helps shape your new life</title>
		<link>http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/how-awakening-pain-can-heal-it/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 11:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jerrywaxler</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The intern at the hospital who was accustomed to treating survivors of barroom brawls had no idea how violated I felt. Not wanting to order tests, he brushed off my headache. "Of course it hurts," he said. "You were kicked in the head." <a href="http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/how-awakening-pain-can-heal-it/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>Story moves you to the next step</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>Instead of keeping memories trapped in their original form, free them up with story.</itunes:summary>
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		<title>Good hair in the melting pot</title>
		<link>http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/hair-in-the-melting-pot/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 11:15:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jerrywaxler</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My dark brown hair grew longer, and curled into a tangle that looked vaguely like an Afro. Home from the University of Wisconsin that first summer of 1966, my great-uncle Ben, with whom I had always got along, said "I didn't know we had anything like that in the family." We never spoke civilly to each other again. Back at school in Madison, Wisconsin the following year, some boys drove to campus to beat up kids who looked like me. They jumped out of their car, threw me to the ground and kicked me for a while to let me know that long hair was against the American way. <a href="http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/hair-in-the-melting-pot/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<itunes:subtitle>My dark brown hair grew longer, and curled into a tangle that looked vaguely like an Afro. Home from the University of Wisconsin that first summer of 1966, my great-uncle Ben, with whom I had always got along, said "I didn't know we had anything lik[...]</itunes:subtitle>
		<itunes:summary>My dark brown hair grew longer, and curled into a tangle that looked vaguely like an Afro. Home from the University of Wisconsin that first summer of 1966, my great-uncle Ben, with whom I had always got along, said "I didn't know we had anything like that in the family." We never spoke civilly to each other again. Back at school in Madison, Wisconsin the following year, some boys drove to campus to beat up kids who looked like me. They jumped out of their car, threw me to the ground and kicked me for a while to let me know that long hair was against the American way.</itunes:summary>
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		<title>Beatles and other loaded words in your memoir</title>
		<link>http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/beatles-and-other-loaded-words-in-your-memoir/</link>
		<comments>http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/beatles-and-other-loaded-words-in-your-memoir/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 11:37:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jerrywaxler</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So how could I unpack the meaning of the word Beatles and turn it into a unique image in my own life? I can see myself standing at the record store in Madison, Wisconsin, where I stopped on my way home every day from class, to stare at the rack of new releases. My mind was blazing with an almost supernatural desire, as if each album might release a Genii that would grant my every dream. But describing a boy standing at a record rack doesn't give the reader much to go on. To share my unique feelings, I have to set up a scene in a way that you'll be able to relate to. <a href="http://memorywritersnetwork.com/blog/beatles-and-other-loaded-words-in-your-memoir/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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