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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. 

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Dear Marianne,*

I am very pleased to hear that you have found a home of whatever sort you choose, in the south of France and also an academic community at that–if you had planned it, it possibly never would have happened. As a wonderer wanderer and experience junkie, I applaud.

Given the array of options you have geographically, I cannot help but think about wanderers in the most positive way. I have been privileged late in life to explore and to journey in ways I never could have before. I have thought about your growing work for a long time from that perspective and the extraordinary search for home that you have. The structure of your work as a short essay–or singular diary–like notes – lends itself to self-description.

My traveling days are over except in the alternate reality of sharing how talented women lead independent lives, this is of enormous interest. It is an art form.

There are many elements in your writing that are interesting to me–a speaker, editor, and writer who does all that in order to avoid writing itself. Your work strikes me for its structure, it is stream-of-consciousness, and it’s very in the moment in present or past.

It is never clear to a wandering spirit why we wander, but it certainly feels good to share with someone who understands the pluses and minuses of being a risk-taker. I have just had a fantasy of putting together the handful of wonderful women I would love to meet with laughter, joy, and acceptance, and a very inappropriate life. It seems to me that you have done a remarkable job of getting to this point where not just the actions of your wanderlust are elegant, as the wanderer’s diary permits. Shared laughter is an art and a gift.

*I recently re-entered correspondence with this generous reader in her 93rd year. I feel fortunate as our correspondence is opening places in me, doors I realize I closed, or wells I have forgotten to tap. Anyone who knows me knows I love letters, a rare art these days, and this correspondence is happening through FB messenger as the writer of this letter has dealt with some health issues recently so she is speaking into the computer and FB is transcribing her words. I am unsure if FB transcribes it all as it was said sometimes and I am so grateful and moved when I receive words at home in Aix-en-Provence at any time of day on a screen, from a fan across the continent and the ocean, sitting in her Connecticut home talking into her computer.

One last note – another film recommendation–Coutures. It’s beautifully sewn together and a story about wounds, relationships, risk-takers, and women helping each other set in the world of film and fashion. (I thought about dear Lucy Pilgrim a lot while I watched and it made me want to see Lucy, go see. on screen.) See it when you can. I was fortunate to attend a pre-screening here in Aix, with the inspiring screenwriter and director Alice Winocour and the fascinating actress Anyier Anei (who made her debut with this movie) answering questions afterward and sharing the making-of. Truly marvelous.

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A Serendipitous Saturday in Barcelona

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Some days are like this: You are enjoying the last day of a dear friend’s visit, a friend who is also a fan and supporter of your writing, as you are of hers. You hesitate to walk her by the wonderful bookshop backstory to say, This is where I did that event last fall – your hesitation is because there are so many other things to show her in fabulous Barcelona, but you go anyway. Your son is with you. C’mon, Mom, he says, as your friend says, I can’t believe you would even think I would not want to go, as you all walk in the bookstore and scatter, enjoying it. You look around for your books and can’t find them and you ask the young woman at the desk if there are any books by — and you say your name but don’t tell her it’s your name and she looks it up and she says yes, and takes you to the section and fingers through it like playing spines like a piano and is unable to find it so you assume it is sold out and she says, wait. Then another woman comes from another direction and says, here, yes, we have a copy left, and you thank her and ask where it was and she says up front on the table of writers we highlight, and then she says but you are the author, aren’t you? and you smile and say yes and she tells you that she organized the event, the conversation you had with a fabulous librarian and that she was disappointed that she couldn’t be there. She tells you this while you notice and smile at the company of authors your book is keeping. Your friend sees your book and wants to photograph you in front of it. The woman who handed it to you wants to join in and post it on social media, she says. You offer to sign it, afterwards, and she rushes back with a signed copies sign. A woman you recognized from afar when you entered and have been meaning to say hello to comes from the back of the shop and greets you and says, you wrote a book? and you say, yes, two. You introduce her to your friend as this woman picks up the copy of I am home. and tucks it between arm and chest snugly. You substitute taught at the school where this woman teaches Spanish a year ago and this is the first time you have seen her in almost a year. She was so present and supportive, you tell your friend. How is that she didn’t know about your books? your friend asks and you say, what am I supposed to do? go around telling people about my books when I first meet them?

Your friend rests her palm on your back as you leave, flanked by her and your son. That was the perfect ending to my fantastic stay. It was so exciting and inspiring to see your book in a bookstore. And then to watch you sign it and to watch it fly off the shelf! You might start telling people around here about your books and where they can get them. Just sayin’.

Lucy, go see. I am home. backstory bookshop.