I read this too quickly and now I remember little about it; if only I had constructed a memory palace to put some of its passages in! Foer's immersive attempt at becoming a memory champion is an absorbing read, and offers an interesting take on how we get to remembering things; it's a good counterpoint to the Proust I've been reading, which expounds on memory and its trappings in a much freer flowing, more discursive way.
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The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets, Kathleen Alcott
Overarching narrative aside, there were some undeniably beautiful passages in this story of two families that intertwine over the years; it's always exciting to encounter a turn of phrase that makes me see familiar words as new again. And again, I stumble on a passage on the theme of memory (reading Proust, perhaps, has made me fixate?):
[T]here's no guarantee that someone standing at precisely the same longitude and latitude as you will remember the view the same way, no promise that one person's memory of a moment or a month will parallel yours, retain the same value, shape the years of living that follow.