I Remember – #957

I remember reading Scott Moncrieff’s translation of Proust, which I received for my 22nd birthday (I think).  It was purchased from a long-gone bookstore, the Borders in the Queen Street Mall.

-5 May 2017

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I Remember – #956

I remember when I truly, truly thought that Updike and Roth were the great writers of my life (with a sprinkling of Bellow and the slightest, slightest touch of Borges).  At the time I had perhaps read 100 Years of Solitude, and I think a small amount of Kafka, but otherwise I was almost entirely ignorant of translated literature.

-4 May 2017

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I Remember – #954

I remember my parents gifting me a PlayStation 2 for my 20th birthday.  No games.  I was living on my own, in a city where I knew virtually no-one, and I was very lonely.  I bought Final Fantasy X and, of course, loved it.  But I did not have a memory card at the time, and so I would leave it on all day and all night, and excessively grind out levels to ensure that I would never, ever be killed by an enemy or a boss, and wouldn’t have to start over again.

-2 May 2017

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I Remember – #953

I remember staying home for two weeks in November 2016 while recovering from surgery.  I played FFX Remastered, which looked the same as my memory told me the original game had looked when I played it as a twenty year old.  And then I looked at old videos of the original and realised that, boy, it really did not look good at all back then.

-1 May 2017

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