At the time, Green was in his late forties and the author of nine novels, including "Living," "Party Going," and "Loving," and a memoir, "Pack My Bag".
Yorke was, as he put it in his memoir, Pack My Bag, "born a mouthbreather with a silver spoon in 1905".
Memoirs pack the double-whammy of shared secrets plus advice, overt or hidden, on how to live life well.
He wrote an early memoir called Pack My Bag, published in 1940, when he was only 35.
Molly, now in her 90s – to whom Sayle remains close – filed her own one-star review of the book when she heckled her son's reading in Crosby, declaring the memoir a "pack of lies".
Mr. Brand observes that he's "always been drawn to the seamier side of life," and his memoir is packed with seedy moments.
Robert Barnett, who negotiated Cheney's book contract, passed word to potential publishers that the memoir would be packed with news, and Cheney himself has said, without explanation, that "the statute of limitations has expired" on many of his secrets.
Robert Barnett, the super-lawyer who negotiated the contract, has apparently been telling publishers the memoir will be "packed with news", while the author himself has whetted appetites by noting cryptically that the "statute of limitations has expired" on many controversial issues of the Bush years.
This warm, generous memoir is brisk and packed with funny stories.
Chip packs his memoir with other reminiscences, too: of his dead father, his childhood friend Sukey (who's grown up to be his partner in crime) and, most poignantly, of a young Hank.
The next year, he read from his memoirs to a packed house at Mexico City's only English-language used bookstore.
