One of the other articles I read was from The Guardian Newspaper (to which I will provide a link below) and which I completely forgot to talk about in the last post.


It talks about the role of Memory in Fiction, which also affects Fact.  Yes I know I’m dragging this out a bit, but it does raise interesting points about whether our memories are as real as we think they. Case in point was when I wrote CONTACT my first book an autobiographical account of my two tours in Northern Ireland with the Parachute Regiment in the bloody 1970s. Although I had my patrol logs, a daily diary, from which to draw, before I submitted the manuscript for publication I was stricken with the thought that perhaps my notes and my memory were not how the events appeared to my fellow soldiers. So I sent the manuscript to several of them asking them to be brutally honest and if anything was wrong to tell me so that I could have a more accurate representation of the Facts that I had relied upon my memory to furnish.

Apparently my memory was working well.  Thank heavens.  But the Fact remains, how does Memory really affect our ability to be honest when writing Fact in Fiction? So the logic then must also apply to our daily lives and how we remember events, and whether each of us we remembers those events in the same way.

I’d love to know what other anyone reading this blog thinks on the subject.  Just click the “leave a comment” button and type away.