The Rotating Restaurant

How to write a memoir: give yourself a year, write against the clock – and commit to never writing again. An excerpt from the 365 series.

For years I’ve had this notion of going into one of those rotating restaurants that spins around a city in an hour. I’d bring along a pad of yellow paper and a reliable, flowing pen, the kind that’s easy on your hand. I’d wait my turn on the leather reception banquette, and I’d follow the hostess and move past the drifting waiter station and step out on…