“Some memories are so strange to you, so unlikely, so outside the realm of the plausible, that you find it difficult to reconcile them with the fact that you are the person who experienced the events you are remembering.”
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Paul Auster
Paul Auster's recent book is a memoir, Winter Journal. At 64 he is in a contemplative frame of mind as he recounts childhood escapades, addresses he resided, and girls he kissed. “How many
mornings are left?” he asks. I've often wondered the same thing. There's no given we make it to old age. As life progresses, some of my experiences seem like stories I've, rather than moments I lived and breathed. The detachment is disconcerting. Auster captures this sentiment perfectly:
“Some memories are so strange to you, so unlikely, so outside the realm of the plausible, that you find it difficult to reconcile them with the fact that you are the person who experienced the events you are remembering.”
“Some memories are so strange to you, so unlikely, so outside the realm of the plausible, that you find it difficult to reconcile them with the fact that you are the person who experienced the events you are remembering.”
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