ABSTRACT

AM SORRY to say that I want to write about mys elf. That is the mark of the burned-out biographer. The burned-out biographer is no longer willing to suppress herself in the service of another. She no longer wants to express indirectly in terms of the narrative of another's life the burning issues of her own. That interrogation by the self of another which animates a good biography no longer works. The self wants center stage, the whole enchilada.