If the pleasures of reading books depended on how much we readers are able to remember what we’ve read…well, there’d probably be a lot less reading going on.
Still, most of us regret how much we forget about what we, um, remember reading.
Hence the frequency of readers deciding to re-read certain fondly (if vaguely) remembered books.
All of which is delightfully discussed in Michael Rowe’s essay, Good Luck, Memory, recently posted at The Millions. As is often the case with biblioblogposts, most of the readers’ comments are equally thought-provoking.