one of my grad school assignments last year was an experiment with autofiction – a genre that concentrates on the narrator as observer. these snippets are excerpts from that draft.
I taught ENG205: Ecology & English Literature and two sections (ENG103, ENG107) of Composition & Narratives that semester. Ellen gave me the idea when she began telling me about her classes last year, about her idea that plants, like people, have cellular memory. She told me that human bodies process trauma on a cellular level. It is part of why nightmares feel real, why they emerge again and again after a significant event of psychological distress. Our memories are embedded in our tissues, the conceptual and physical linked together.
Scientists have also learned that memory is a chain of ideas – each time we remember something, what we actually remember is the last time we remembered it, on and on in sequence. The course started as an idea on the significance of trees in literature and through a series of changes became an examination of authorial philosophies on the environment. I had to dress it up for the program directors to get it approved.
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