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 There's a post here from 2 years ago, in which I mention a few books. As a trivial memory experiment, I glanced over it to see what I could remember of them.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude - I remember the drudging pain of reading this book as if it were yesterday. I never did finish the last few pages, in which, apparently, the entire universe Marquez created disappears as suddenly and inexplicably as it had appeared. However, since then I have read another Marquez book (Memories of My Melancholy Whores) with more success, and the important thing, I suppose, is that the novel somehow stuck in my mind, albeit negatively.

Zoe Heller, Everything You Know - at first glance, I have no recollection of reading this book. If I read through my comment carefully, I would probably stir up some vague feelings of familiarity, but it doesn't really seem worth it. I do still remember Notes on a Scandal though, and possibly not only in relation to the film.

Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero - I remember this, it was fun. Mostly I remember that the characters had stupid first names, such as Blair, and liked to get a tan. But I think that was kind of the point of the book.

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