Out walking with my father: Of course I remember

A new poem from Adam Zagajewski is always an occasion, and this one, blessedly, Threepenny Review put up for all to see:  Out Walking with My FatherGrunwald Square, Gliwice My father remembers next to nothing. With slight exceptions.Do you remember fixing transmitters for the Home Army?Of course I remember. Were you afraid?I don’t remember. WasContinue reading “Out walking with my father: Of course I remember”

The plot escapes me, but the wraith of memory remains

In the New York Times Book Review, novelist James Collins admits an embarrassing secret. I have just realized something terrible about myself: I don’t remember the books I read… Nor do I think I am the only one with this problem. Certainly, there are those who can read a book once and retain everything thatContinue reading “The plot escapes me, but the wraith of memory remains”