Simon Evans: Have We Met?
After finally solving the mystery of his existence and
true identity in Work of the Devil, Simon finds that he
has still not overcome the more daily challenges of
remembering what he came upstairs for, who these
grown-ups are that live with him (and what they have
done with his children?) and how can that footage be
from 2009, when he only bought those shoes a few
months ago?
“In Greek mythology, the Muses were the daughters of
Mnemosyne, goddess of memory – though ironically,
there is no easy way to remember her name. But
Memory was thus clearly regarded by the ancient
Greeks as the mother of the arts, wellspring of
inspiration, the compost in which imagination takes
rooty. Our last defence against tyranny, the consolation
of the just and the seat of the soul. Without memory, the
illusion of self crumbles. Mine, however, is shot. So
where does that leave me?
‘A masterclass’ ***** (Scotsman). ‘Outstanding stuff’
****1⁄2 (Chortle.co.uk). PS What have I forgotten?
