I have little interest in novels with complicated interpersonal relationships, because I am unable to remember the sequence of events.
Unfortunately mine is not that good, because on my return to New York from sketching in Mexico, I was unable to remember the name of my son or that my wife had been pregnant when I left.
I'm in my sixties and think of myself as having a good memory, but I was unable to remember many of the given associations; I felt sure that I had failed the test, and I was reminded of the fate of my maternal grandfather, once vigorous, who had succumbed to Alzheimer's.
After 10 days off, I am unable to remember what train of scientific thought I was actually following.
(My sincerest Apologies to the Artists whose work I loved but whose names I was unable to remember, please if anyone knows their name please put it in the comments).
And while I enjoyed reading summaries of books on Blinkist, I discovered I was unable to remember what I had learned -- I forgot the summaries almost as quickly as I read them without the surrounding context that reading a whole book brings.
Despite all my efforts at deduction, association, and use of the Morton technique, supposed to be infallible for recalling a person's name[2], I have been unable to remember what I was told, what I did, who took care of me, since I was living alone with my mother.
Although I recall those nighttime flashbacks, I still am unable to remember the smash-up itself.
Although I recall those nighttime flashbacks, I still am unable to remember the smashup itself.
The terror that escaped my dissociated post-accident self returned with a vengeance as a nightmare, and although I recall those nighttime flashbacks, I still am unable to remember the smash-up itself.
