This month we’re reading Nora Ephron’s I Remember Nothing: And Other Reflections. A slim volume full of Ephron’s observations of, well, life as she ages through the ages, I Remember Nothing: And Other Reflections made us chuckle, nod in agreement and shake our heads at the indignity that sometimes accompanies us on our journey through this thing called life.
10 Thoughts on I Remember Nothing: And Other Reflections
- Ephron’s collection is light, easy to read and the perfect book to accompany a cup of coffee on the back porch during a spring morning.
- Jeeves is grateful, upon learning what an ‘Aruba’ is, that he doesn’t have to deal with such issues of hair and aging. His fur is still without cowlick.
- The last chapter of I Remember Nothing: And Other Reflections is a list of what Ephron will miss one day, and it made us all think about what we might miss. Coffee. Wine. Baths. The sound of babies gurgling awake. Walking the dog. Sunsets. Hemingway.
- Speaking of Hemingway, Ephron recounts a story about Lillian Ross, who apparently wrote a ‘devastating profile’ of Hemingway in The New Yorker. Jeeves insisted we look it up, as he can’t imagine anything about Hemingway being devastating. The article was published in the May 13, 1950 issue and is titled ‘The Moods of Ernest Hemingway.’ It’s a doozy.
- One of our favorite quotes from the book is on page 38 when Ephron writes about having alcoholic parents. “Alcoholic parents are so confusing. They’re your parents, so you love them; but they’re drunks, so you hate them.” This is the sort of blunt, true writing that makes Ephron classic.
- Ephron’s story about almost giving up on When Harry Met Sally is charming. Good thing that didn’t work out.
- Jeeves very much would like us to try Ruthie’s Bread and Butter Pudding this fall, which can be found on page 117. Heavy cream was the selling point.
- Ephron’s chapter on divorce is very honest. She writes, “…when you’ve had children with someone you’re divorced from, divorce defines everything; it’s the lurking fact, a slice of anger in the pie of your brain” (p. 119).
- Jeeves gives this book 4 out of 5 stars because it wasn’t fancy or uppity but just true, often witty writing that gave him a little break from much of his ongoing mental gymnastics.
- We all pretty much agree with Ephron when it comes to egg-white omelets. Whew. That was a rough decade.
That’s it for us this month. Next month, we’re looking forward to Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens. Staff members are already raving. We love sharing books with everyone and anyone who’s got a review, comment, thought, critique or favorite quote to send along. Feel free to write to us at email@example.com and let us know your thoughts on Nora Ephron’s novel.