I Remember Nothing

“I used to think my problem was that my disk was full; now I’m forced to conclude that the opposite is true: it’s becoming empty.”  …Nora Ephron

I can relate to her selective memory.  My favorite comeback when I cannot remember something or someone or how to get somewhere is – “must be my synapses misfiring.”   Actually, Ephron remembers a lot, and the writer for You’ve Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle, and When Harry Met Sally, knows how to turn drama into comedy, pain into pleasure.  I never read her last attempt to make fun of herself, I Feel Bad About My Neck, but I imagine that I Remember Nothing is its sequel.

In a quirky style that made me smile, Ephron chronicles her life as she recalls her feelings when she met famous people (Eleanor Roosevelt) but not the historic person herself, or her impressions when she witnessed history (the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show) – but not how the iconic band sounded.  Ephron admits to being 69 in her book, has had an eventful life with many such moments, and she knows how to drop names.

She’s at her funniest when sharing her thoughts on Pelligrino, Teflon, egg-white omelets, pepper mills, sea salt, and large dessert spoons. Ephron has a short chapter listing “Twenty-five Things People Have a Shocking Capacity to Be Surprised by Over and Over Again” – my favorite: Almost all books that are published as memoirs were initially written as novels, and the agent/editor said, ‘This might work better as a memoir.’

No matter what your age, you will find some laugh out loud stories or a comment you might try to remember yourself, but mostly, I Remember Nothing is fluff – a quick read while waiting for an appointment or having a pedicure.

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Ephron includes her friend’s recipe:  Ruthie’s Bread and Butter Pudding

3 thoughts on “I Remember Nothing

  1. I thought I Feel Bad About My Neck was a better read. Much of this one seemed rehashed. Maybe Ephron didn’t remember she had already said it?

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