Only two stars for a book on journaling? By me?
Yes. This book is NOT what I thought it was going to be. I've read Johnson's other books on journaling - the history of it - and love them. Those books offer exactly what a potential buyer is made to believe by their blurbs. That is not the case with this book.
The blurbs and recommendations suggest a book about how to write a journal - a book full of ideas on how to journal differently. You will find only very little of that. Instead this book almost wholly focuses on rereading your old journals to uncover untold stories or retell your old stories. The book is fanatic about finding your SELF in the stories you wrote down and in those that are missing. And as interesting as that can be, for an avid journaler who stacks finished journal upon finished journal that seems a little undoable. Who has the time?! Pensioners, maybe? Also, Johnson focuses on using your journals for writing a whole story...whether it is for your self as an afterthought, a re-defining of your Self or for a memoir or biography. I'm not sure how many journalers keep a journal to that purpose, really. None that I know, but then I've not yet reached the age where people might find a spark to?
Except for the theme of this book being rather different from what I expected, I also find the book bulky in that Johnson keep repeating herself over and over. This book could have been half the size and then written in a more enjoyable way too. She continues to a point where I tossed the book aside, my patience used up. Yeah, yeah, I get it, you want me to reread and reframe my stories. That's what you've been saying over and over again in previous chapters already. When are you bringing on something new? And then it doesn't come. So about 50 pages before the end, I've put it down.
This book was meant to be inspiring. As an avid journaler I had hoped and expected it would offer me some new perspective on journal keeping. What I picked up from the book is a slight curiosity to reread my old journals and to try and keep a digital journal for a change - to see how I like that.
But other than that, this book left me feeling tired about journaling. What if I didn't want to reframe my stories at all? Then this entire book was pretty much useless. Was I a bad journaler then?
What struck me about the book is Johnsons adament persisence in reframing life stories as a way of intense self-therapy. She doesn't call it that anywhere, but that is exactly what her technique will lead to in many cases. There are no warnings anywhere in the book about uncovering told and untold stories whereas this kind of intense self-therapy comes with potential risks. I feel Johnson should have included a section about that. Also, she recommends rewriting your stories. I get that where it comes to completing a story with untold details. But nowhere did I read anything about truth. Our memory isn't a very reliable tool. Especially not when we reframe things. We will always color them with the purpose we have with our stories. In my view journaling is a rather honest activity...rather raw. Retelling seduces the writer to form stories that lose their connection with the original notes. Now, that is not a problem if you use your journal as a starting point for a novel, a biography or a memoir (as her other books show, published journals have always been rewritten en are therefore not the most reliable sources for finding untamed truth). But for those who are looking to deepen their journaling experience, sticking with the truth can be highly important.
All in all what I feel what Johson has done in this book, is set up a frame to use your self as a character in novel and she has given all the tools to do so. There is nothing wrong with that, but the majority of journalers will not be looking to do so and will find greater inspiration in books who offer good ideas for journaling techniques and ample examples to demonstrate them.
I will definitely re-read her 'A Brief History of Diaries' - which is nothing short from terrific. But this book will end up dusty and yellowed in some corner of my attic, I'm afraid...