Another word that definitely needs to be defined, is “Diary.” Anne Frank and the word diary go hand in hand; ask any 8th grader if they know anything about Anne Frank, and one could bet that the next sentence out of their mouth would contain the word “Diary”. One could define the word “diary” as any longstanding record of personal reflections, feelings, log of events, activities, or otherwise. These documents are often times found to have some sort of format or structural pattern commonly containing a header, date, “dear, so and so,” or even signing of each entry. Besides having a structure and personal content, most diaries contain the author’s unedited, unselfconscious voice that is often times brutally honest since they do not have intentions of others viewing the book. This definition could be considered accurate for Anne’s writing up until March 29th 1944; the day Anne heard the broadcast that influenced her to edit the diary so that it could be published after the war. From that point on, the word “diary” doesn’t seem quite accurate.
Now that we have defined 3/4ths of Anne’s work as a true diary, or at least having started that way, there is the matter of the last fourth of the book technically being written in a conscious manner, which in a way breaks the true sense of a diary. Diaries are secret friends you can confide in shamelessly, and not fret over anyone judging, or getting upset over your thoughts. Anne began writing with this innocent mentality that holds strong for much of the book, but once you are aware of how she went back and ferociously edited, deleted, added, reworded, and rewrote her previous entries, it makes one question the integrity of her initial pages. One understands how she no longer wields the pen like it was her friend, aiding in the self-expression she so much craved, she wields it like a tool, a tool to keep her alive.
Often times creation is the only medicine one has, and so one dives into it with back arched, arms above their head piercing through the cool surface, breath held, until they reach the other side, and come to the surface, healthy, proud, goal achieved. They do not always know how long they will be submerged for, but they change it in hopes of greatness. Anne joined those artists, creators at the edge of the deep end, she dived arms first into the water, she began to create, tweak, improve, smooth over, adjust flow, she worked, and worked, and the edge of the pool was not in sight, only in the back of her mind did she see the loom of greatness. The deadline for her work was impermanently blurred; everyday could be her final, but her work was not finished, and so on one breath, she pushed forward. Since she was under this surface, consumed by her artistic endeavor, she has massive amounts of stress that pushed her onward, all of this stress is what sped up, and condensed her gift with the pen. Her ability was reached far sooner than her inner time-clock anticipated. Giving her the ability to transition her so-called “Diary” into what could be considered a memoir.