Authorless

While I write by hand in a plaza in AIx-en-Provence, some sort of machine plumbing the information in cyberspace is the author of this exploration of my writing and who shares its style. Michelle and Kristin were new to me so I am getting to know them. Ocean, Joan, Claudia, and Patti have all been in my library.

Marianne Maili is an author and professor known for her lyrical, poetic, and uplifting writing style that blends memoir, fiction, and philosophical reflection.  Her work often explores universal themes such as home, love, loss, motherhood, and womanhood, frequently using a non-linear narrative structure that moves back and forth in time and place. 

Her notable works include:

  • I am home: A memoir-in-moments that examines the meaning of home and transforming grief into beauty, written in short, poetic chapters without proper names to center the work on universal human experiences. 
  • Lucy, go see: A novel following a young woman’s journey as an international model, exploring female sexual agency, independence, and the courage to follow one’s dreams. 

Readers and critics describe her prose as beautiful, inspiring, and insightful, noting her ability to balance profound topics with humor and elegance.  Maili’s writing is often characterized by its vivid imagery and its focus on finding beauty and connection amidst life’s challenges. 

Authors who share Marianne Maili’s lyrical, poetic, and fragmented style—particularly her use of memoir-in-moments and vivid imagery—include:

Ocean Vuong His memoir On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous is written as a series of poetic letters to a mother who cannot read. Like Maili, Vuong blends memoir and fiction with a focus on grief, family, and identity, using lush, metaphorical prose that prioritizes emotional resonance over linear chronology. 

Michelle Zauner In Crying in H Mart, Zauner employs a lyrical, sensory-driven narrative to explore grief and cultural identity.  Her writing, much like Maili’s, anchors profound emotional themes in specific, tangible details (particularly food and memory), creating a poetic meditation on loss and belonging. 

Joan Didion Specifically in The White Album, Didion utilizes a fragmentary structure similar to Maili’s “memoir-in-moments.” She weaves together reportage, memory, and self-scrutiny in short, disjointed essays where the gaps and discontinuities themselves carry meaning, mirroring the non-linear flow of Maili’s work. 

Claudia Rankine Her work Citizen: An American Lyric blends personal experience, cultural observation, and visual imagery into a layered meditation.  Like Maili, Rankine moves through vignettes and uses a non-traditional narrative structure to explore themes of identity and belonging, balancing the personal with the universal.

Patti Smith Her National Book Award-winning memoir Just Kids is frequently described as a lyrical memoir. Smith’s prose is poetic and reflective, focusing on memory, art, and deep connection, capturing the essence of a time and place with the same elegance and emotional depth found in Maili’s writing. 

Kristin Hannah For the richly detailed and dramatic aspects of Maili’s storytelling, Hannah’s historical fiction (such as The Four Winds or The Nightingale) offers a similar lush, emotive style that balances hardship with beauty, though often within a more traditional narrative arc. 

Annie Ernaux and I in a similar vein

I began reading Annie Ernaux in the early aughts, and since have read all of her books. Reading her in French was like walking through a door I was unaware existed and doing it with a French person like no other I had known or met. Her honesty and observation inspired me. Her writing about her life–or her life-writing (as it now sometimes called, which makes me smile because what other kind of writing is there)–made me feel akin to her.

The other day while searching online for sites where I am home. is offered, I saw this screenshot below. Imagine how I felt when seeing I am home. above a line-up of Annie Ernaux’s covers, and above them, a message telling the viewer that folks who shopped for I am home., also shopped for

her books. This encouraged and heartened me to keep on keepin’ on.

I wrote to her once, way back when, and she answered, and I still have that cherished letter. Seeing her awarded the Nobel in 2022 was deeply moving and quietly thrilling, this recognition of her work told me that the world was changing.

Making art of life has always been my aim–on and off the page. It’s an honor to see my work on the same page as hers. Our work could be called kin.

Thank you for reading,

Marianne

INSIDE THE CREATION OF LUCY, GO SEE.

Thanks again to Christal Ann Rice Cooper for featuring me in her “Inside the Emotion of Fiction” series. Click below to read about all the places where the novel was written and to enjoy more insider info.

Living, aging; what are you doing?

I am tired of seeing and hearing the word aging.

Living, people, that is what we are here to do.

I am living in France since late August after 875 fabulous days of living in Spain.

I came here to represent the Office of the President at The American College of the Mediterranean and I am glad I did.

Some days ago, I began reading the notebooks in which I wrote and drew during the Barcelona days. It’s wonderful to be inspired by that Marianne who dared to return to Spain without knowing how it would all work out.

Aix is inspiring me, too.

I popped in to say HI – (my new abbreviation for Human Intelligence).

Since I began working at ACM-IAU aka The American College of the Mediterranean-Institute d’Universités Americains, life has been filled with newness and learning. Less posting, too.

I love to put together images to share with you, and that takes time, and today I will post with less images than I would like, because I want to post something.

Still writing.

Still heartened to see Lucy, go see. and I am home. moving in the world, being read, talked about. Still dreaming about translations and films.

Repeating the phrase Je veux encore jouer daily.

Sketching, snapshotting, looking at it all.

Also working on the delicious project of tasting and ranking French desserts.

Doors, stone heads, shafts and splashes of light. Virgin vines (les vignes vierges have a different translation, but I like this one). I enjoy these things and so much more in Aix.

It’s a curlicue place. Water running everywhere under the surface, making man-made structures lopsided, floors curvy. Immense plane trees, pines, cypress, walnuts, chestnuts. Ochre stone, a city chock-full of centuries of stories. Heads were chopped off here in a beautiful plaza in front of a church and stone heads adorn intricately carved wooden majestic doors. Places fit for royalty, archbishops.

Strange note to end on but there it is, thought about constantly as I walk through the city-center’s labrynth of wonder.

Here’s a slide show for you, quickly clicked together. A smattering. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for your attention. Love, Marianne

mi amiga marianne

February 11, 2025. Barcelona, in the evening. A chime on my phone, I saw the link you see below and under it the words mi amiga marianne, then another chime: Hello Marianne. I listened to your rendition of the prelude, and first chapter of Lucy go see. It was a beautiful experience. Your writing is beautiful and powerful. You are a good writer… and a brave one! I shared the podcast with some friends…

I responded: Such good timing you have. I was writing when I heard your message come in. working on writing myself right, as I sometimes call it. Feeling down and writing, too, about writing, and all the time put into it and wondering if it mattered much–and then I saw this. Thank you very much. It means a lot and especially coming from you. Thank you so much too for sharing it. I’d so love to move this story further and wider into the world. A really big hug. I hope you are having a good start to your week.

As did she: The timing is not mine…probably🥰😅 Imagine….I read/listened to it early afternoon… and had to reflect a bit afterwards… powerful words… I shall buy the book. I thought you could try a public reading with your students…you do a superb job reading your novel… you are a good interpreter of “Lucy”… but personally I think they may not be ready for your honesty… and they may misuse the sacredness of it. I am afraid for you, but you know best… Am afraid of the superficial nature of some youth. On the other hand, you could help them tremendously… because of your experience and the healing over the years… you talk about it with great insight and wisdom.

The “it” my friend refers to is a sacred understanding of sexuality.

My friend is a sister of the Congregation of the Sisters of Charity of the Incarnate Word of Houston, Texas, and a pediatrician. We met in a nearby café in Barcelona soon after I moved into this neighborhood in the fall of 2023, and we struck up a conversation. Within it, I learned she had returned to Barcelona after more than two decades in the USA, to care for her mother, who was in her early nineties. It was remarkable to me that I, after returning to Barcelona after my years in Iowa with my mother during her last years of life, was meeting a Barcelona woman who had returned to her hometown to do the same, after living decades in Texas, and who was talking of a future return there. We talked about that and many things including spirituality, sanctuary, sacredness, swimming, and the themes of wound, eros, and voice that are prevalent in my work. (We have continued this conversation ever since.)

You probably guessed I am a nun, she said.

No, I said. Why would I?

My collar, she said, lifting her shawl. To me a lace collar, nothing more. My cross, she said, holding the pendant around her neck.

It’s pretty, I said.

You probably already have many friends, she said.

Never too many, I said.

A few weeks later, she sent me an article she had written about vulnerability, wounds, and wisdom that I’d like to share with you:

https://issuu.com/joanofbark/docs/e_news_-nov_21_n_n_2

Our friendship continues to flourish, enrich, and reveal what can easily be seen as divine timing and connection.

I was grateful this week to be reminded through her that what means so much to me is worth doing, and it will continue to be surprising in its revelations. This is one of the stories of how it has moved and moves in the world.

Thanks for reading. May you marvel at your life, and this world.

It’s just one of those things.

You could probably say this about moments of your life while on your way home and it would be true for you, too.

This page comes to mind often. It used to be in I am home. and for a while was the opener. After moving it around, I decided it was unnecessary, yet it comes back. Always playfully and in mystery, and especially living here in Catalonia right now. Always when readers mention moving around in the story at ease. What songs would your heart sing if you played it like a xylophone? What patterns and colors do you see when you look into the kaleidoscope of your life?

Thanks for coming. Thanks for being here. Wishing you wonders.

Some words on I am home. from Utah.

I shot this photo in February 2023, while visiting Bryce Canyon with a friend. It was a trip I wanted to make before leaving the country. And it was amazing and fun to do it in such great company. Maybe my third or fourth time in Utah, a state I came to love on my travels. During this trip, I was carrying the first advanced copy of I am home. with me, to show my friend. It was a celebratory trip. On my other travels through the state, the manuscript was resting while I explored on my own, and often those trips were celebrations of another draft finished. So, when I woke up on Thursday and read the following message from Utah, my heart filled with gratitude for connecting to a reader amid images of all the beauty of that state.

 Dear Marianne, You inspire me to be more aware and appreciate each little moment as I navigate through this next 50 + yr old woman-chapter of my life. A recent shift & desire to broaden my perspective has also increased my awareness to the impact of each & every small act. Have you been told that you have a crazy cool peaceful optimism about you?  In your book I am home. … it blows my mind how little you’ve written perhaps on any given page, yet there is so much in it!! Your vocabulary, writing and savvy are thrilling to me. The memories you’ve shared spark deep emotion. I love that you’re helping me be cognizant of the amazing life I have and the wonderful wild world we live in. Thank you so very much!!

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I am home. for Christmas, on Main Street, at River Lights in Dubuque.

Stop in at River Lights and do all your Christmas shopping this year. This is one of my favorite bookstores in the world. It’s about more than books, just like books are. Find great gift ideas in every corner of the store and enjoy the warm and welcome atmosphere. I am thrilled that I am home. is on the shelves in this place where I feel very much at home. The setting for I am home., this non-fiction tale, is Dubuque, Key West, and many other places in Iowa, Illinois, and Wisconsin, and across the United States of America. You can also travel to Iceland, France, and Spain within. It’s a story that shows it is possible to go home again, and to leave home again, and to carry it with you always, and have a great time doing it despite all the challenges. You will laugh and you will cry. And maybe even think about things in a different way. It is a gift of light and love, this book, and thus fits with the season.

After you leave the bookstore with all your Christmas shopping in the bag, stop and enjoy other great places nearby like L. May Eatery, Salsa’s Mexican Restaurant , and Jitterz, where I wrote a lot, and had great conversations. I miss all that. I’ll be back.