For a growing number of essayists, memoirists, and other wielders of the unwieldy “I,” confessional has become an unwelcome label—an implicit accusation of excessive self-absorption, of writing not just about oneself but for oneself.
Over at the Atlantic, Leslie Jamison argues that personal writing isn’t always confessional or solipsistic writing.
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