This book is a true story. Or rather it is several true stories. Really, it is acollection of memories, and in the process of writing them down, andcomparing them, we have learned that memory is a tricky thing. It’s like re-turning to the house in which you lived as a child. The staircase you re-membered as that monumental thing you crawled up slowly on your handsand knees is now something you can run up, hands free, two steps at a , you weren’t wrong then, and you aren’t wrong now.
