Sometimes memory falls through the cracks . . . and I, who used to pride myself with having an elephant’s memory, have been reduced to this woman who forgets things, misplaces objects, and asks silly questions . . . so much so that one day P demanded to know: “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”
In one of his Panorama articles, Cirilo Bautista said that memory can sometimes be a writer’s worst enemy. So in an effort to arrest this seeming decline, I bought this book (see below) for enlightenment.