Fictional memoir distress

Completely accidentally I've recently read a few stories that are framed as the narrator actively writing the story as a document, a testimony of some sort. Fictional memoirs is, I think, the term. But this is more specific. They describe the actual act of writing, there's this sense of a deliberate archival attempt, a vain hope of it ever being read, their current feelings about past events, committing their experience to posterity. Most recently has been I Who Have Never Known MenJacqueline Harpman, 1995, The WallMarlen Haushofer, 1963, and KallocainKarin Boye, 1940. This little bunch also happen to be dystopian. So that's been such good fun (she says, in dead-eyed despair.) Hover or click the titles to see author and date! A few observations on this style. Firstly, it can be very sad. Secondly, it can be very sad. Thirdly, it can be very sad. Some of my favourite books also: The Handmaid's TaleMargaret Atwood, 1985, Parable of the SowerOctavia Butler, 1993 (ish, more a journal),…