College is supposed to broaden one’s horizons, not limit them; it is supposed to challenge people. The question on my mind, as the notion of trigger warnings begins to encompass the widely accepted literary canon, is where does it stop?
Literature provides us with a way to explore ideas and try out points of view that we might not want to enact in real life. We can explore crises of identity that allow us to understand ourselves better.
Resolving to keep her eventual blindness a secret from everyone but her family, Nicole endeavors to employ the age-old adage of carpe diem. However, after a near-death experience, attempting to step out a window onto a fire escape that isn’t actually there, she realized she was no longer in charge of her life, the disease was.
And it’s true
I spent my whole life in fear of sharing my mind
but with a longing for it to be taken.
Unlike the all-too-familiar beginning-to-end chronology many memoirs follow, My Body presents readers with a series of fragmented essays made into a clear and cohesive whole. In a way that is exceptionally frank, Washuta vividly describes to readers her journey through the ebbs and flows of sanity and insanity, self-esteem and self-hatred.
Unlike most other literary forms, memoirs tend to toe the line between fiction and nonfiction and must cope with the burden of truth along with the audience’s expectation to be entertained. But the ultimate appeal of memoir is its status as “witness to real life.”