on coincidence and memory

and the strange things that can happen when you start dredging up stuff from the past

I started Memoir Club last year after publishing my own. If you’re new to it, it’s intended a haven and forum for likeminded readers of this newsletter — people who are writing or reading narrative literary non-fiction or just interested in the issues and questions (tangible and aesthetic) that come up when one is engaged in the disorientating and at times cathartic process of attempting to render one’s remembered experience of life on the page.

This week I’m going to tell you a spooky story of a strange and unlikely thing that happened to me while I was writing mine. If you’re a paid subscriber and have a good coincidence story of your own, please share it in the comments below. Here goes…