How to write your father's life story

He will tell you there is nothing to tell. Almost every father says it, and almost none of them mean it. Here is how to get past that sentence, from two years of interviewing people about their lives.

By Uldis Gabriel · maker of the Biography Machine

"There's nothing to tell" is not a refusal

It usually means one of three things: he does not think an ordinary life counts as a story, he does not know where you want him to start, or he suspects you are asking him to talk about feelings and would rather do almost anything else.

All three have the same solution. Do not ask him about his life. Ask him about work, machines, trouble, and other people. His life arrives anyway, sideways, which is how most men tell it.

Ask about the job, not the childhood

Fathers who go silent at "what was your childhood like" will talk for an hour about a job. What the work actually involved, who was impossible to work with, the thing that went wrong, the boss he respected, what his hands looked like at the end of a shift, what he was paid and what it bought.

What did you actually do all day, the first year?
Who taught you to do it properly?
What was the worst thing that happened on that job?
Was there someone there everybody was afraid of?

Objects, vehicles, and trouble

Ask about a first car, a tool, a bicycle, a motorbike, a watch. Then ask what happened to it. The story is never about the object.

What was the first car, and what was wrong with it?
What is the most trouble you were ever in?
Was there a fight you remember?
What did you get away with that nobody knows about?
Who did you look up to at twenty, and were you right about him?
When did you first feel like an adult? What happened that day?

Do it beside him, not across from him

A recorder on a table between two chairs feels like an interview and men often close down. Driving, walking, washing up, fixing something: the words come easier when the eyes have somewhere else to go. Record on a phone in your pocket, with his knowledge.

Never open with the losses

His father, the war, the illness, the divorce, the child he lost. These are the reasons you want the book, and they are the worst possible opening. Warm up somewhere light. The heavy material comes on its own, usually about forty minutes in, and far deeper than any direct question would have got.

Twenty minutes at a time

Short and repeated beats one long session, always. Two hours produces polite, tired, flattened answers and the feeling of homework. Twenty minutes a week, over months, produces a book.

Ask the same story twice, months apart

Not to catch him out. The second telling almost always contains something the first did not, and where the two versions differ is often exactly where the real feeling sits.

Then the hard part: it is not a book yet

You will end up with hours of recordings that repeat, wander, and start stories they never finish. Transcription is easy and free now. Turning a transcript into something a grandchild will read is the work. Three routes:

If he is ill, or very old: stop planning and record him today, about anything. A rough phone recording of his voice beats a perfect project you never started.
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