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Memory bomb 4: Work with what you got

"I'd like to write my memoirs, too," an old friend told me. "Trouble is, I don't remember anything!"

What is memory? Not just a recording

What is a memory, anyway? Is it like a photo or a video clip? When you remember the day your dad took you to the amusement park and you rode on the toy train, what’s going on inside your head?

Memory bomb 3: Not just a recording

What is a memory, anyway? Is it like a photo or a video clip? When you remember the day your dad took you to the amusement park and you rode on the toy train, what's going on inside your head?

Memory bomb 2: A tragedy, no matter what

The ending was so sad, I couldn't bear it, so I'd start reading all over again at the beginning: so went the story I told myself for years—and anyone else who listened. Trouble is, the book has a happy ending.

Memory Bomb 2: A tragedy, no matter what

The ending was so sad, I couldn't bear it, so I'd start reading all over again at the beginning: so went the story I told myself for years—and anyone else who listened. Trouble is, the book has a happy ending.

Memory bomb 1: A bullet I never knew I dodged

Before I wrote this book, I'd had rafts of therapy, hours and hours—some of it actually helpful. And I figured that the past was pretty much dealt with. I conceived of writing this book as a matter of getting it all down, in order (more or less), and then pruning the irrelevant bits.
Boy, was I wrong.