In Remind Me Again What Happened, Claire, a globetrotting journalist in her thirties, contracts a virus that wipes out wide swaths of her memory. Who are we to ourselves, and what remains of a self, without our memories? In Claire’s case, the infection also compromises her motor coordination and leaves her with near-daily seizures, making her suddenly dependent on her husband. Recuperating back in Vermont, where her husband works as a reporter for a local newspaper, Claire tries, with the help of their longtime mutual friend, Rachel, to piece together who she used to be ... If there’s a fault in the book, it’s that because of the confessional narration, there is much explanation in place of action or subplot ... That said, the book is carried by excellent psychological insights, such as this depiction of the dynamics of unrequited love.

In an intricate dance between three characters, Luloff explores memory and its importance in forming identity. Claire, Charlie, and Rachel have been indispensable to each other for years. But the relationship is knocked askew when Claire, a journalist on assignment in India, contracts Japanese B encephalitis, experiencing high fevers, seizures, central-nervous-system damage, and a 'smudge' where her memories, from late teens to the present, are supposed to be ... From Luloff, this is a thought-provoking exploration of love, relationships, and the role of the past in defining the present.

While on assignment in the remote area of Tamil Nadu, Claire gets bitten by a mosquito causing her to suffer from high fevers, seizures, and damage to her central nervous system. Diagnosed as having Japanese encephalitis and lucky to be alive Claire is transported to a Florida hospital ... Charlie rushes to her side and though very ill, she retains no memory of her recent past—her childhood and the time before Vermont are attainable, but with her and Charlie's lives together, she is blocked. The doctors report this is not unusual, but Claire must be kept quiet and on medication with the hope she will regain her lost months and years ... Rachel leaves her editing position to help Claire recover in Vermont. Tension abounds as well as mistrust and resentment as the three try to find some sort of semblance of normalcy to their lives ... The ever-changing twists and turns with the juxtaposition of three lives seeped in history, secrets, and frustrations blend together to create a story of how easily life can change. Emotion runs rampant, yet the enjoyment of this novel is slowed down by a lot of in-depth backstory offering inconsequential information.

Married couple Claire and Charlie and their dearest friend, Rachel, have a long, complicated history and a friendship so close it's more like family ... A traveling journalist working on a story in India, she has been away from Vermont and from Charlie for some time, literally and emotionally, when she's bitten by a mosquito and contracts Japanese encephalitis, leading to seizures and brain damage: 'There is a smudge where [her] memories are supposed to be.' She is unstable, unwell, unable to remember her life from her late teens through her most recent writing assignments, knowing only that she awoke alone in a hospital in Florida. Occasionally a floating memory comes forth—of a moment in the shared kitchen of their youth or, more recently, of a mysterious photographer named Michael—but mostly Claire is at a loss ... A novel of sonorous character study, showing both the limits and allure of truly knowing another person—and oneself.

Luloff’s pensive debut novel uses amnesia as a metaphor for the kind of daily forgetting that makes any long relationship possible. Journalist Claire Scott, who has been working in India, wakes up one day to discover that she is in a hospital in Florida. She can’t remember how she got there, or much else about her life from her teens to her present age of 34, and regular seizures leave her debilitated ... The book loses some momentum as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place; the triangle formed by the three protagonists—essentially the only people in the novel—is perhaps too predictable; and the conclusion is far-fetched. Using thriller conventions to meditate on memory, the novel nonetheless raises pointed questions about just how reliable any narrative of one’s life can be.