Day 50

Today’s discussion point: autobiography.

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Who’s to say whose life would be more interesting than another.

Of course, we all think our lives are meaningful, and we have done many things that would interest someone else if we were to put them down on paper.

I have read a few, and some were quite good, they went on about a specific period, or periods where they had a role that, at the time, would have been designated secret, but once that had past, people could be told what really happened.

I speak of one person who was very involved in the machinations of World War Two from the British standpoint, and I found it fascinating.

Someone else, however, would have found it very boring. It was not Winston Churchill, whose life I did read about, but someone else that very few would remember.

I like reading the life stories of other writers and some of the material is quite fascinating, and sometimes blatant name-dropping. That period between the two world wars still fascinates me, and I would have loved to be involved with that group of writers.

Just to meet and talk to Ernest Hemmingway, for one. Or F Scott Fitzgerald as another. Then there is Agatha Christie or Ngaio Marsh, or Ian Fleming. The stories he must have to tell.

Going back in time, perhaps Wilkie Collins and very definitely Charles Dickens, Anthony Trollop and a quick trip over to Russia to drop in on Leo Tolstoy or even Boris Pasternak.

As for my story …. it would be thirty-five shades of boring.