A review by takealoadoff
I Remember Nothing: And Other Reflections, by Nora Ephron

3.0

Fluffy - occasionally sweet and funny, but definitively lacking in structure and substance.

This rambling memoir is a wandering sequence of reflections - at times relatable - but sometimes frustratingly self-referential and shallow. At her best, Nora deftly explored her experiences of rather difficult personal relationships (including those with her mother and with her two ex-husbands) and recounts her exciting rise in journalism - first at Newsweek, then at the Post. At her worst, she comes off as privileged and petty (her complaints about the size of dessert spoons at expensive restaurants, her joy at the thought of inherited wealth upon her uncle's death, her resentment at not being asked to prepare desserts at a family dinner).

I will say it was bittersweet to read her reflections about old age knowing she passed away only two years after writing this book. All in all, I am of course very grateful for her insightful mind, her incredible writing, and her memorable screenplays. I will choose to remember her through those contributions - and less so for this book.