I hate shopping
indinavir The 92-year-old grandmother, Martha, makes an entrance too. She spoke some Yiddish growing up in London's East End, but none thereafter. Fernyhough interviews her over and over, as a study of memory in the aged. When the author arranges for a Yiddish speaker to talk to her, the language of her youth prompts Martha to remember, for the first time in 70 years, the Lithuanian town her mother emigrated from. By the end of the book, Martha is dead too. The author hands out CDs of his chats with her at the funeral.