I Remember

<p>'I remember hula hoops.'
'I remember Hermes handbags, with their tiny padlocks.'
'I remember that Stendhal liked spinach.'
'I remember that I dreamed of one day having all 57 varieties of Heinz.'</p><p>Georges Perec's I Remember is both an affectionate portrait of mid-century Paris and a daring new form of memoir, now translated by his peers in wordsmithery, Philip Terry and David Bellos, with an introduction by Bellos.</p><p>In 480 numbered statements, all beginning identically with 'I remember', Perec records a stream of individual memories of a childhood in post-war France, while posing wider questions about memory and nostalgia.</p><p>As playful and puzzling as the best of his novels, I Remember is an ode to life: the ordinary, the extraordinary and the sometimes trivial, as seen through the eyes of the irreplaceable Georges Perec.</p>