It might be assumed that what is written in a diary is true. What would be the point of recording an untrue account of the day’s events? (Unless of course you were a Machiavellian type with nefarious motives.) So yes, my diary is a true record of my day, each day, as it happened.

The truth. But not the whole truth; I’d be up all night if I set out to record everything that happened each day. A diary is a selective account - a moment can expand to pages when everything it meant is written down; long hours can be dismissed in a word, or less.

The truth. But not nothing but the truth. There’s what happened; and then there’s all the rest - how I felt about it, what I think it means, or could mean, for me, for others. Interpretation, elaboration, speculation, recrimination, extrapolation and commentary all embellish the event.

This is a true story, written day by day in my diary, volume twenty-one of thirty-seven (so far), but it is my truth, coloured by my perceptions of what was important for me to record, at that time, on that day. How I saw something then is not necessarily how it would appear to another observer, or how it would appear to me at another time. It is the truth of that moment.

A reader might expect that speech in quotation marks is a direct quote of what was said, a faithful recording of the speaker’s words. Not at all. If I record an exchange as direct speech, it is because I choose to write it in that style. But what I set down is my perception and recollection of the gist of what was said, a paraphrasing of what I understood the message to be. It can be no more. I do not carry a tape recorder. And I may well have misunderstood.

I labour this point because, in letting my diary become a book, I have exposed not only myself, and my family, but many other people. This book is full of people, real people, the people who move in and out of our lives every day, as major or minor characters, guest stars or walk-on extras, in the play in which we take the lead role. And these people might feel I have misrepresented them, might say it was not like that, they didn’t say that, or mean that. They might feel shocked or hurt by how I felt about them. I want people to understand and accept, that their perception of what was really happening, their truth, is valid, as mine is valid. There are many truths in every moment.

Things have been changed; some things had to change. Some names, some places. Some people did not want their story told in my story, and sometimes I decided it would be better to leave things out, things that were unnecessary and could have been hurtful. But nothing has been added. It is impossible to recapture a moment from the past, uninfluenced by what has happened since, and a diary entry has no knowledge of the future. I want, as far as is possible, for this book to be a reproduction of my diary as I wrote it, not knowing each day what the next would bring. In being true to this, I feel I can be true to Jenny.

Names

There are many names in this book, real names or false names of real people, real places and real organizations. Some readers will know and recognize some of the people and places, whether the names have been changed СКАЧАТЬ

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