Friday, July 10, 2009


The appeal of amnesia. That was the year when a number
of movies came out exploring the idea that all our
memories were false, or somebody else’s, implanted by
aliens maybe. It was the year when the option of amnesia
began to look attractive to the forgetful. After all, amnesia
was the ultimate refinement of an identity crisis. It took
self-doubt to a natural extreme.


Giovanni said...

What year? What? When, when? This is my topic, Welch, don't you step on my little square inch of turf - it's all I've got.

(With moderately greater seriousness, Wole Soyinka's The Burden of Memory, The Muse of Forgetfulness is a highly worthy read that could follow on nicely from your Sebaldic journeys. Unless you've been there before naturally.)

Giovanni said...

By which I meant The Muse of Forgiveness. Fittingly, I had forgotten the correct title.