This is an interesting book about the human behavior and memory. Worth the read!

This is a timely book, as it depicts the selective memory of our culture- choosing what to celebrate and what to attempt to eradicate from the history books. Technology speeds the rate at which we tend to forget things because there is so much more information to process, especially if one is active on social media.
Forgetfulness asks readers to think about our sense of purpose, as well as what belonging both to time and place might mean in cultures without a memory. It is written in praise of the best achievement and deeds of the past, but is also an expression of profound anxiety about what forgetting them is doing to us.

Who knew being forward-looking was a liability? According to Francis O’Gorman, all our planning and building and expanding is just wrong. What we need to do is look backwards more. Forgetfulness is all about retrieving and appreciating the past. An ode to historians, paleontologists and archaeologists – without ever saying so. Instead, he says “poetry and architecture are two of the strong conquerors of the forgetfulness of men.”

The bulk of the book seems to be O’Gorman’s collection of nefarious references to the future – future success, planning, execution, training, hopes and dreams. Our vocabulary is full of possibilities and O’Gorman has no trouble finding numerous words as evidence. As if this accent on the future were some sort of perversion. There is a long explanation of how 1800s railroad timetables set the rot of having us look for the next, not the previous. But why would society waste time enjoying old timetables? The only thing more useless would be yesterday’s weather forecast.

It is a difficult book. It ranges far and wide, without cohesion. But O’Gorman goes too far when he says “We are half conscious that we already have figurative Alzheimer’s.” Alzheimer’s is not forgetfulness; it is brain damage in which victims are unable to remember their own lives. This is not the same as failing to appreciate what and who have come before, where that is even possible.

There is a kind of arrogance in his belief that everything we have ever done is precious. We know far more today, and the way of life of our ancestors is less relevant by the minute. It has been a very short time since the majority of us could read at all. Before then, there was universal ignorance of past, present or future. Since then, there has been a veritable explosion of books, papers, speeches, documentaries and websites extolling research, discovery and interpretation of everything from the ages of the Earth to the workings of the brain. The best and the brightest among us could not hope to absorb more than an infinitesimal portion of it. No one person can even make sense of it all. And O’Gorman never argues convincingly that in 2017 we are any more forgetful than we have ever been.

David Wineberg