THE ECLECTIC WORLD OF THE DIARY
I think it should be obvious that there are as many different types of diaries as there are people who write them. They are, above all, artistic expressions of the self. If not in the type of diary, at least in the style, they are as unique as the individual who put pen to paper. Reading diaries and journals you will come as close as possible to reading someone else’s mind or to walking a mile in their shoes.
Certainly what is important to me is not the same for you and what is important to me today may not be so a few years from now. From a confused college student in the turbulent sixties to confusion and upheaval in my sixties, the chapters of my life include everything from living in a utopian community and cult to milking cows, from teaching to single parenthood, from homesteading to bookselling, from disastrous marriages to love.
A journal is a continuous novel with only one main character guaranteed from beginning to end. The theme may remain the same but the other characters shift and the plot and setting may flip like frenetic channel surfing in the soap opera of life.
Unlike a novel, a diary is written in your “true voice,” which is like the clothes you wear around the house when you are sure no one is going to see you. A journal can be written with an honesty that is too raw, possibly too politically incorrect, and too self-exposing to be disguised as a writer’s work of fiction. I have often found the truth to be unbelievable. At times I have written what could not be printed in the paper.
Consider what a National Diary Archive would contain: history, social culture, adventure and travel description, religious experiences, hobbies, recipes, nature stories, weather phenomenon, garden notes, teen-age angst, motherhood, parenthood (parental angst), relationships, sex, dreams, art sketches, photos and so on. The perspective could be emotional, psychological, sociological, spiritual, or historical.
I cannot imagine a more fascinating library. Even if I don’t want to read what Julia Child ate in every restaurant in France, maybe someone else would.
Wouldn’t you think it would be more important for the Library of Congress to want to preserve this than everything ever said on Twitter?