BookBin2012: I Remember Nothing and Other Reflections

I know, I know. You’re all wondering, “What gives, Loba?” I hang out with you for almost the entirety of October, regaling you with redundant dark beer reviews…and then November comes along and POOF! Loba gone.

I’m a bit backlogged, denizens. How backlogged, you might wonder? Well, this is the first BookBin entry I’m writing since September 6. More surprising? It’s a review of a book I finished the weekend after Labor Day, whilst sitting under an umbrella on the beach.

I apparently put the back in backlogged at the moment.

It’s also befitting that the first BookBin post I’m making to end this prolonged literary absence is a book called I Remember Nothing and Other Reflections. Not surprisingly, the amount of time that has passed between the finishing of this book and now has left me remembering very little about this particular collection of essays by screenwriter Nora Ephron.

That’s not to say that it’s not a good read. I Remember Nothing comprises reflective vignettes, some poignant and some amusing, sifted from Ephron’s own admittedly incomplete memories. It makes for a wonderfully quick read, whether nestled into a beach chair with your feet burrowed into the warm sand or snuggled on your side of the couch under your favorite zebra-print blanket.

Not that I have experience with either of these scenarios.

I think what made this collection more moving for me was the fact that I read it not long after Ephron’s death. Reading through Ephron’s essays after her passing was bittersweet, and at times I sensed in her writing a subtle self-awareness of her increasingly tangible mortality. Maybe that was just me reading more into her statements than was truly there…maybe not.

To be completely truthful, I have a bit of a “hit or miss” affinity for Ephron’s writing in general. Most of her movies do not necessarily speak to my personal tastes, and her script for Bewitched simply made me want to weep from the horror of it all (My childhood! What are you doing to my childhood!!).

That being said, When Harry Met Sally is one of the greatest comedies ever written (imho) and remains in heavy rotation in my “favorite movies to quote the hell out of.” Sleepless in Seattle is one of my few “chick flick” girly pleasures. And, as I’ve discussed here at the lair previously, it’s simply not the holidays without at least one viewing of Mixed Nuts, which I argue is one of her greatest and most underrated scripts ever.

Whether or not I loved all her movies, I cannot deny that Ephron was incredibly talented. She possessed a self-deprecating sense of humor and a sharp wit, which she never wielded maliciously. For that, I respect her even more.

Final Verdict: This was a library loaner and not one that I foresee adding to my own collection, but it was definitely one that I’m happy I read.