I loved Proust's moment with his madeleine, but I loved Craig Silvey's take on remembering all the more.
His second novel, Jasper Jones, is a wonderful book, a perfect book, I read over summer. It was recommended by the girl in my local bookshop as her "best read of 2009".
I am talking it up to all my friends as sublime. It is just wonderful. Here's a taste:
"What I'm feeling, I think, is joy. And it's been some time since I've felt that blinkered rush of happiness. This might be one of those rare events that lasts, one that'll be remembered and recalled as months and years wind and ravel. One of those sweet, significant moments that leaves a footprint in your mind. A photograph couldn't ever tell its story. It's something you have to live to understand. ... Where things shift into focus for a moment, and everything makes sense. And it becomes one of those things inside you, a pearl among the sludge, one of those big exaggerated memories you can invoke at any moment to peel away a little layer of how you felt, like a lick of an ice-cream. The flavour of grace."
This book is so good I want to contact the author to tell him so.
I gave it a big wrap to my bookgroup last night. It's now our book for April. If you come across it in a bookshop, treat yourself to a copy. Please.