A MEMOIR BLUE
Shelley Chen is prepared for some people not to like A Memoir Blue. Imagining the response from some quarters to this lyrical tale about a woman recalling key moments from her childhood, she pulls a face and puts on a voice that sounds like a child having a tantrum. “‘This is not a game and I hate it’,” she growls, before laughing. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Because I never intended to make like a gamey game. I treat it like an interactive story, like a book, or a movie.” And if people do say they hate it? “I’ll say thank you,” she says, her voice dropping to an apologetic whisper, as she presses her hands together and bows in mock obsequiousness. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” She laughs again and then grins mischievously. “I’m waiting for it.”
As Chen reels off the inspirations, she stops on Kentucky Route Zero