"Just how difficult it is to write biography can be reckoned by anybody who sits down and considers just how many people know the real truth about his or her love affairs"
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Biography gets sold as a truth machine, but West needles the genre where it hurts: the libido, the alibis, the stories we tell ourselves so convincingly they pass as fact. Her line is a sly booby trap. You begin thinking about the biographer's difficulty, then she swivels the spotlight onto you. If your own love life is a blur of selective memory, strategic omission, and half-confessed motives, what makes you think you can excavate someone else's with clinical certainty?
The intent is not merely to mock nosy biographers; it's to expose the comforting superstition that a life can be rendered accurately from letters, diaries, and witness testimony. Love affairs are West's chosen example because they're the highest-stakes zone of self-mythmaking. People perform for lovers, for friends, for posterity, and finally for themselves. The "real truth" isn't just hidden; it's unstable, revised in real time as shame fades, desire gets recast as destiny, or betrayal is rebranded as necessity.
Context matters: West wrote in a century when biography surged as both prestige literature and public entertainment, and when private life became fair game for public judgment. Her modernist-era skepticism lands like a corrective to the Victorian faith in character as a tidy moral narrative. The wit is in the arithmetic: count how many people know your secrets, then imagine the historian trying to footnote them. West isn't anti-biography; she's anti-certainty, insisting that intimacy is where documentation goes to die and interpretation begins.
The intent is not merely to mock nosy biographers; it's to expose the comforting superstition that a life can be rendered accurately from letters, diaries, and witness testimony. Love affairs are West's chosen example because they're the highest-stakes zone of self-mythmaking. People perform for lovers, for friends, for posterity, and finally for themselves. The "real truth" isn't just hidden; it's unstable, revised in real time as shame fades, desire gets recast as destiny, or betrayal is rebranded as necessity.
Context matters: West wrote in a century when biography surged as both prestige literature and public entertainment, and when private life became fair game for public judgment. Her modernist-era skepticism lands like a corrective to the Victorian faith in character as a tidy moral narrative. The wit is in the arithmetic: count how many people know your secrets, then imagine the historian trying to footnote them. West isn't anti-biography; she's anti-certainty, insisting that intimacy is where documentation goes to die and interpretation begins.
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