“I was a coward.” “I was a terrible son.” “I let everybody down.” Memoir drafts are full of sentences like these, and every one of them is a verdict announced before the trial. The writer has already decided the case. The reader, who’s supposed to be the jury, never gets to see the evidence.
Most advice about writing your own failures warns against the opposite mistake, the narrator who comes out looking good in every chapter. That warning is right. Self-condemnation is the same mistake facing the other way, and it’s harder to catch because it feels like courage.
I found the fix stated in a place I didn’t expect: a LinkedIn post about leadership and self-respect. The author told men to stop calling themselves worthless and to swap each harsh judgment for a statement of responsibility and a next step. His example was “I’m a terrible husband,” rewritten as “I have been distracted when my wife needs my attention. Tonight, I will put my phone away and listen.” He was writing about character. Memoir writers can take the same advice about prose.
Why do memoir writers condemn themselves on the page?
It looks like confession and works like armor.
Because it’s cheap. A verdict costs one sentence. A scene costs a day of remembering: the room, the words you used, the look on somebody’s face when you used them.
The verdict also protects the writer. If you’ve already called yourself a coward on page forty, no reader can say it first. It looks like confession and works like armor.
Overcorrection does the rest. Writers hear that readers distrust a narrator who’s always right, and they start piling on. I wrote about the self-serving narrator in the emotional truth problem in memoir, and the cure there was confessing the moments you were petty, blind or cruel. You confess them by showing them. A line that announces “I was cruel” is a headline with no story under it, and readers skip headlines.
What does a harsh verdict about yourself do to the reader?
It puts them in an awkward seat. A reader who’s told “I was a terrible father” has two moves. They can agree, though agreeing feels unkind to someone who’s bleeding on the page. Or they can argue, and they can’t do that without facts. Most readers do neither. They skim to the next scene with people in it.
The reader’s job changes too. A memoir that keeps condemning its narrator starts asking for reassurance, like the friend who says “I’m such an idiot” and waits for you to tell them they’re not. That’s tiring across one dinner. Across three hundred pages it’s a reason to put the book down.
And the verdict carries no information. Terrible how? Every reader has a picture of a terrible father, and none of those pictures is yours. The one sentence that was supposed to be the heart of the chapter ends up as the vaguest line in it.
A memoir that calls you a cheat hands down a verdict. The A+ on a report you copied word for word is evidence. Readers only believe evidence. – Richard LoweShare on X
The evidence from my own memoir
When I wrote My Life in Crazytown, I had a high school failure I’d carried for decades.
I had one teacher worth having in those years, an ecology teacher who took class outside whenever he could. He handed out waterproof field notebooks, made us trace a candy wrapper from the trail to the lake, and told us that what you can count, you can protect. I kept signing up for his classes. He could see I was smart and could see I was drifting, and he’d catch me after class to ask why I wasn’t applying myself.
For an ecology report, I copied a chapter on dinosaur extinction word for word out of a book and turned it in. He gave it an A+ and praised the thinking. A few weeks later I lent him the book. He never said a word, so I assume he never read that chapter. The next semester he was gone, off to teach in Guam if the rumors were right.
I could have written all of that in one line: “I cheated in high school and let down the best teacher I ever had.” It’s true, and it’s dead on the page. The scene does what the line can’t. The reader sees the waterproof notebooks, the A+, and the book handed over with the evidence still inside it, and decides what kind of kid did that.
Once I wrote the scene, I could see what I regretted, and it wasn’t the cheating. I’d decided the whole school system was broken, and copying a report didn’t trouble me much. What stayed with me was wasting the one teacher who cared enough to try something different. A verdict would have buried that. “I was a cheater” points at the wrong crime.
Conviction and condemnation on the page
The LinkedIn author drew a line between two voices. Condemnation says you’re worthless, so why even try. Conviction says this needs your attention, and here’s where to begin.
Memoir needs the same line. Condemnation is a ruling about who you are. Conviction is a record of what you did and what came after.
My book has a scene from the other side of that line. When I was small, I tucked a few plastic toy instruments under my shirt in a department store and walked out to meet my parents, whistling.
Before we reached the car, my father spotted the bulges and marched me back inside. The store manager crouched to my eye level, asked me where people who steal end up, and made me promise never to do it again. I promised, and I never stole again. My father dealt with what I’d done without violence and without shaming me. He handled the act and left my character out of it. A reader can learn from that version.
How do you turn a verdict about yourself into a scene?
Go through the draft and mark every sentence where you pass judgment on yourself, harsh or kind. Then work each one the same way.
Find the moment. Every verdict is a summary of moments. Pick one with a date, a room, and something you said or didn’t say.
Write what a stranger in the room would have seen. Put down actions, words and objects, and leave out every adjective about your character.
Name the cost. Say who paid for it and how: the teacher who left, the friend who stopped calling.
Show what came next. If you changed, put the change in a scene of its own. If you didn’t, say so.
Decide whether the verdict still belongs. It mostly doesn’t. When it does, one short sentence after the evidence carries more weight than ten before it.
Five steps from a verdict about yourself to a scene a reader will believe.
The same work fixes the opposite problem. A line like “I always put my family first” is a verdict too, and readers trust it about as much as they trust a résumé. I covered that side in when your own memoir sounds like bragging.
| The verdict | The scene | |
|---|---|---|
| Example | “I was a cheater.” | The copied report, the A+, the borrowed book. |
| What the reader gets | Your opinion of yourself | Facts they can weigh |
| What the reader does | Agrees, argues or skims | Reaches a judgment of their own |
| What it costs you to write | One sentence | A day of remembering |
| What it hides | What you regret | Nothing you put in it |
What about the verdicts other people handed you?
A lot of the harsh lines in memoir drafts didn’t start with the writer. Somebody said them first, a parent or a teacher or a spouse, and the writer has repeated them for so long they sound like his own voice. Whose voice is it, though? Read the line out loud and ask who said it to you first.
My family had a verdict for most of what I was. I was difficult. I was too much. My dad wanted me smart and then scolded me for being a smart ass, and I couldn’t work out where one ended and the other began. If I’d written My Life in Crazytown in their words, it would have been a list of defects with my name on it.
So write the scene where the verdict was handed down: who said it, where you were standing, what you’d just done. Then write the scenes that show what the trait looked like when it was working. A reader who sees both will decide for himself whether the label fit, and he’ll trust that decision more than any argument you make.
It made the book about recognizing those traits, and recovery never came into it. The traits my family called wrong with me ran decades of my career. I didn’t have to say so. The scenes said it.
Can a memoir be too hard on its narrator?
Yes, it can. Readers tire of a narrator who’s always guilty just as fast as one who’s always right, because both are asking them to accept a ruling without the facts.
Watch the balance between you and everyone else, too. A writer who’s brutal about himself and vague about his family has tilted the book without meaning to. The people around you need scenes of their own, and writing about family has its own rules once you give them those scenes.
Some self-condemnation is fear wearing a disguise. If you call yourself a monster first, your relatives can’t, and your readers can’t either. I understand the impulse. My father once told everyone to burn a book of mine, and I wrote about why fear of judgment stalls a memoir because that fear stops more life stories than any lack of skill. A pre-emptive verdict doesn’t make the judgment go away. It just gets there before anyone else does.
My take
A memoir that calls its author names is lazy writing, even when the names are true. I carried a copied ecology report around for decades, and the one-line version of it would have told readers nothing. The scene told them everything, including what I regretted. Find the sentences where you judge yourself and replace each one with the moment it summarizes. You’ll lose the comfort of the verdict and get a reader who believes you.
Let the jury decide
Start with one chapter. Mark every sentence where you rule on your own character, good or bad, and write the moment underneath it. Keep the verdict only if the chapter still needs it once the evidence is on the page. Is it slower than writing verdicts? Much slower. The rest of the craft is in the Memoir Hub, and if you’d like a ghostwriter to help you get the hard chapters out of your head and onto paper, here’s how I work on a memoir.
Lay out the evidence, step down from the bench, and let the reader bring in the verdict. They’ll be harder on you in some places and kinder in others, and they’ll believe every word.
My first nineteen years, in a household whose rules never held still for two days. It’s an account with no recovery arc, and it isn’t flattering to anybody in it, me included.
