I Remember
Revisiting the Mines: Essays and Excavations
What do you write about? That’s often a question I get asked.
Memories. And Realizations. Longings. Love. Remembrances.
Sometime ago, I came across a French writer, Georges Perec, who was orphaned by the time he was seven. His father died in the French Resistance and his mother at Auschwitz. His contribution to writing, in my estimation, is his 1978 journal titled I Remember. Each entry was preceded by the words “ I Remember.” The cumulative effect of all the I Remembers, disjointed, random, nostalgic, sad, loopy, hilarious, and playful is a record, not a history, of a human being encountering his time and place.
And so it is with this collection. My memories of a time and place. And, with luck, some realizations worth noting.
“ [The] collection is a love letter to the transportive power of memory, incandescent with hard-earned truths and undeniable prose.” (~ Mehr Singh, food & culture writer, NYC)
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