“In an interview, the fiction writer Mavis Gallant once described waking from an anesthetic after surgery, so groggy she knew only two things: that she was a writer and that she was from Quebec. This anecdote returned to me while reading Joanna Luloff’s sly, slow burn of a novel, Remind Me Again What Happened, in which Claire, a globetrotting journalist in her thirties, contracts a virus that wipes out wide swaths of her memory. Who are we to ourselves, and what remains of a self, without our memories?” Read the full review here.