A review by seanwatson
A Book of Memories by Péter Nádas

can't do it. this looked very much my thing but i'm pulling up stumps at the 300 page mark. at least when proust obsessively details his interior life you get the feeling he's taking you somewhere worthwhile. but nadas's narrator is like a non-presence, despite dedicating multiple pages to the finer points of how finding his dad sleeping with the maid affected his sexual development. i dunno. it's so hot here and i spent most of the afternoon reading this and at the same time trying to figure out why it wasn't working for me. then the cat figured out how to play fetch by herself somehow so i put this down to play with her and now i can't pick it back up.