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96 pages, Paperback
Published March 14, 2017
‘—Because I wish I had met, we had met, I wish that we had met years ago. An age ago. It is unfair. It is so crushingly—And I feel a resentment, a great great resentment and an anger, an anger, in the pit of my, when I think about all the years I wasted not knowing you—And about all the years I won’t have to get to know you better—’
‘Loss of memory evokes a particular quality of fear, both for the person whose memory is fading and those close to them—However, it is seductively appealing to misrepresent the coherence of memory and to suggest there is a clear boundary between those whose memories are compromised by illness and those who enjoy ‘healthy’ memories. For memory is a slippery and mysterious phenomenon. We appear in photographs that prove our presence at events we don’t recall.’
‘As human beings, we navigate denial of our mortality and dread of illness throughout our lives. Within families, we have our own pathographies which cause us to dread specific diseases and fates. Yet, diseases that affect our capacity and memory prompt a unique type of apprehension. For what are we without our memories? Perhaps more significantly, who are we when our memories are compromised, diminished or lost? —In 2015, there were estimated to be over 850,000 people living with dementia. The Alzheimer’s Society predicts that if current trends continue, over a million people in the UK will have dementia by 2025 and over two million by 2051. Globally, it is thought that over 36 million people are affected by dementia and, of those, approximately 28 million are undiagnosed. Diseases that affect memory alter identities. The plural noun is important. For memories are embedded within our relationships, roles and communities. What we remember reflects who we are to other people. Our stories are informed by, and inform, the stories of others. We depend on each other as we develop our identities—And we, in turn, hold up the mirror of identity to those whose lives entwine with our own.’
‘We filter, sift, enhance, disregard, deny and emphasise moments in our lives to create a narrative that we package and repackage according to context and time. We are floored by the rush of unanticipated recollection on hearing a piece of music or smelling something that reminds us of times and people about which we have not thought for years. We wake shaken from vivid dreams that cast us back during sleep into a muddled mosaic of people, periods and places often overlaid with chaotic surrealism.’
‘—we negotiate and argue about our experiences: who was there, what were we wearing, was the weather really apocalyptic? We sort through the memories that each person offers to achieve a shared account. And, of course, the process of building the common story from the pieces of individual recollections is, itself, identity-forming and memory-creating.’