I think at one point everyone has kept a diary. Or at least started one. I started many at different ages and even would start and stop the same one with years in between, the change in handwriting marking the years past when I didn’t care to chronicle. Those years, I admit, were most. I would often write for a few days and then give it up. I feel that those who keep up the entries consistently are the exception, while those who lose interest in ourselves quickly are very much the rule.
Sarah Manguso, is one of those exceptions. Her new book, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary, consists of her meditations on the challenges of living in the present for an obsessive diarist. Her 25-year diary strived to never miss a moment. We can bet she missed too many.