Jonathan Yardley: What the memoir boom has in fact given us is too many dull or forgettable memoirs, precious few of which have enriched our literature but most of which have simply encouraged the narcissism of their authors.

I think I may have only read three memoirs recently. I read Richard Branson's Losing My Virginity a while back, as well as the autobiography of the former Master of the Rolls, Lord Denning. More recently, I read Colin McGinn's autobiography Making of a Philosopher. I particularly enjoyed McGinn's autobiography as he described the very ordinary and mundane process that often leads one into academic philosophy - but obviously, once you've made that choice, you have to grow intellectually. It's interesting, of course, but there are no sordid confessional tales of drunken debauchery. No Freudian retellings of childhood trauma. All quite refreshing, if not personally empowering - but since when was that part of the requirements? Your life doesn't have to empower me. 
The sordid and therapeutic part of autobiographies is extremely off-putting. Quite why people feel the need to share their personal shortcomings with the world in some sort of bizarre cleansing ritual, I do not know. This is one thing that religion gave people: at least they'd keep their confessions between themselves and God, or rather with the priest. Now they get shared with everyone for profit. It's really quite dull. Why do we never get to read, oh, a Big Brother contestant's intellectual autobiography? Where they go on and say that they were on the show then realised that it might be more fun to go and become a physicist or an art historian. Tell me what you think and how you see the world, not about your latest run-in with the paparazzi or your latest drug relapse. 
Unfortunately, for that to happen, the subjects of the autobiographies may actually have to become famous for doing something rather than being famous for being famous (remember Beavis and Butthead's brilliant example of a circular argument: "Hey Butt-head, how come Tom Petty is famous?" "Because he's on TV, dumbass." "Yeah, but like... how did he get on TV?" "Uh... because he's famous." "Yeah, but, I mean, like, how did he get famous?" "He got famous because he's on TV." "YEAH, YEAH, BUT HOW DID HE GET ON TV?" "Because he's famous, Beavis! Now shut up before I smack the bejesus out of you!"). The tawdry tell-all autobiography is the grease that keeps the celebrity machine working. Quite how we solve this, I do not know. 