Is it true, as the novelist Cees Nooteboom once wrote, that ''Memory is like a dog that lies down where it pleases''? Where do the long, lazy summers of our childhood go? Why is it that as we grow older time seems to condense, speed up, elude us, while in old age significant events from our distant past can seem as vivid and real as what happened yesterday? In this enchanting and thoughtful book, ...