‘I didn’t want to make public my suffering’: Janine Mikosza on reinventing the trauma memoir | Books

It’s a profoundly strange experience to interview Janine Mikosza immediately after reading her debut, Homesickness.

The book mediates the nature of memory, truth, and reckoning with past trauma – and it’s presented as one long conversation in which she interrogates herself.

“I didn’t want to write a memoir,” shrugs Mikosza, who lives in Melbourne. “I didn’t want the exposure. I didn’t want to make public my suffer. And I struggled with the use of ‘I’. It’s just too personal.”

At heart and by background, Mikosza is a visual artist. In part inspired by the work of French conceptualist Sophie Calle, and despite her reluctance as a deeply private person, she kept being drawn to the idea of “turning a personal problem into a creative problem and making something that … I can live with. As Calle put it, finding a ‘place for my suffering’.”

Cringing at the thought of a first person, Mikosza pushed through everything she found personally excruciating about the form to write her memoir as a dialogue between two people: herself (Janine, the memoirist) and herself (Jin, the subject).

“In the memoir, there’s that split anyway: the present self, looking back at the past self. So this is a literal split.” Besides, she’s been talking to herself for years: “I talked to somebody else aloud when I was growing up. Almost like an imaginary friend, but it’s me, a version of me … I still do it, sitting in the backyard.” It was a survivor strategy.

‘I always talked to a version of myself out loud growing up. It was a survivor strategy.’ Photograph: Alana Holmberg/Oculi

In the book, Janine and Jin crisscross the country by car to revisit the 14 houses Mikosza lived in before she turned 18. It’s a bid to explore the long-held childhood trauma she experienced in some of them, which lives on in her mind and body.

A series of floorplans that Jin draws for each house before her return is included. Mikosza herself was excavating memories in real time as she wrote. “It was a test to see what I remembered … to map it all down. It also proved the fallibility of memory.”

Drawing the floorplans before she revisited each house ‘proved the fallibility of memory.’


And so some rooms have been distorted – or blacked out – in her mind by the memory of what went on inside them. Dark hallways loom large, a hidden chimney disappears and reappears, and bathrooms are recoiled from.

At times Jin’s suffering can be hard to read. She scoffs at the concept of writing trauma as therapeutic, quoting Sontag – writing is “like punching somebody” – and Ferrante – “twisting the knife in the wound”. But at other times, the book is a gentle, almost teasing conversation between two women about the shifting nature of memory, the chaotic nature of pinning down trauma, and the long road to self-acceptance – or, in Jin’s case, trusting her mind.

Mikosza spent decades circling her past in other ways before finally committing to a book in 2013. Mikosza weaves this prior work – first as an artist, then as a researcher with a Ph.D. in sociology – into her memoir, even pasting images of it, where they join the floor plans almost like a scrapbook.

There are photographs of a performance series she presented at age 20; for instance, she blew up pictures of herself as a child, cut herself out of life-sized prints, and stepped through the holes. “It was like a scream then,” says Mikosza of her trauma. “It was very visceral and very raw. None of [it] was processed …

“Now, with all the work I’ve done on myself – years of cycling through terrible therapists until finally hitting on a decent one, but also studying sociology – I was far more self-aware when writing this.”

Mikosza is searingly intelligent and well-read in conversation, referencing Roland Barthes, Maggie Nelson, and Brian Castro off the cuff. But she’s also funny and self-deprecating (referring to her constant drafting process as returning to her vomit) and all too cognisant that trauma is so hot right now. As Jin contemplates in the book:

I’d add to the literature on family violence piling up like dead bodies in bookstores. I’d return to my everyday struggle with the added burden of being called a memoirist. My life, not my work, will be judged and reviewed.

Not only was Mikosza wary of how her memoir could be potentially packaged, but she was also acutely aware of the memoirist’s potential to inflict hurt.

“Some memoirists just crash through, or some write to seek revenge … But I wanted to approach it with kindness. I don’t want revenge on any of the people in the book. That’s why it took so long. I kept thinking, ‘How do I write this book without having any other people in it?’”

In the book, Jin worries about hurting people from her past; she is also concerned about inflicting her story on strangers, even apologizing to her therapist. “I was trying to turn it outwards again. I was interested in vicarious trauma. I interviewed therapists, county court workers, and people working on the royal commissions [into family violence and the institutional responses to child sexual abuse]. I’m a researcher; that’s what I do; I interview people.”

Janine Mikosza included her art and floor plans in her memoir, like a scrapbook. Photograph: Alana Holmberg/Oculi

The book includes an unflinching portrayal of Jin’s affair with the “writer-man”. And yet Mikosza’s partner, who she cheated on, the co-parent to her son, is the only person in the book to have their real name used. “Brett sat with it for a week. And he came back, and he said, ‘No, print it all. I’m fine with it. It happened. I know it’s true. And I’m proud to be your partner.’”

Mikosza’s questioning nature means she’s never quite ready to say “full stop here”. She wanted to leave uncertainty. “And the fact is it’s not over, it will never be over. I didn’t want a redemptive repair arc. That’s not how trauma works – you carry it with you for a long time. “Despite all that, it feels finished. It is finished. I think I’ve achieved my objective: having an object that is a place for my suffering.”

Bella E. McMahon
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