See earlier post James Salter.
But why a memoir?
To restore those years when one says, All this is mine—these cities, women, houses, days.
What do you think is the ultimate impulse to write?
To write? Because all this is going to vanish. The only thing left will be the prose and poems, the books, what is written down. Man was very fortunate to have invented the book. Without it the past would completely vanish, and we would be left with nothing, we would be naked on earth.