To write autobiographically is to confess a lack of imagination. That or the writer is no writer, just someone possessed of the notion that their story deserves telling. That is the first school of thought. The other says that to retreat into one’s imagination in anything other than an allegorical fashion is to confess one’s inability to commit reality to the page, to shy from the unparalleled brilliance of reality due to a lack of ability. On one thing only do both of these schools agree: The effortless and harmonious marriage of their schools is the domain of great writers.