# Read the first page of Memory Wall by Anthony Doerr Read the opening of Memory Wall by Anthony Doerr free, no signup. Stories about how memory holds and fails us. - Page: https://uncovered.ink/read/memory-wall-anthony-doerr - Genre: Short stories - Year: 2010 - ISBN: 9781439182857 - Read it blind (cover and title hidden): https://uncovered.ink/?b=9781439182857&s=read-page - Buy: https://bookshop.org/a/125786/9781439182857 - Borrow: https://search.worldcat.org/search?q=9781439182857 ## The opening Seventy-four-year-old Alma Konachek lives in Vredehoek, a suburb above Cape Town: a place of warm rains, big-windowed lofts, and silent, predatory automobiles. Behind her garden, Table Mountain rises huge, green, and corrugated; beyond her kitchen balcony, a thousand city lights wink and gutter behind sheets of fog like candleflames. One night in November, at three in the morning, Alma wakes to hear the rape gate across her front door rattle open and someone enter her house. Her arms jerk; she spills a glass of water across the nightstand. A floorboard in the living room shrieks. She hears what might be breathing. Water drips onto the floor. Alma manages a whisper. “Hello?” A shadow flows across the hall. She hears the scrape of a shoe on the staircase, then nothing. Night air blows into the room—it smells of frangipani and charcoal. Alma presses a fist over her heart. Beyond the balcony windows, moonlit pieces of clouds drift over the city. Spilled water creeps toward her bedroom door. “Who’s there? Is someone there?” The grandfather clock in the living room pounds through the seconds. Alma’s pulse booms in her ears. Her bedroom seems to be rotating very slowly. “Harold?” Alma remembers that Harold is dead but she cannot help herself. “Harold?” Another footstep from the second floor, another protest from a floorboard. What might be a minute passes. Maybe she hears someone descend the staircase. It takes her another full minute to summon the courage to shuffle into the living room. Her front door is wide open. The traffic light at the top of the street flashes yellow, yellow, yellow. The leaves are hushed, the houses dark. She heaves the rape gate shut, slams the door, sets the bolt, and peers out the window lattice. Within twenty seconds she is at the hall table, fumbling with a pen. A man, she writes. Tall man in the yard. MEMORY WALL Alma stands barefoot and wigless in the upstairs bedroom with a flashlight. The clock down in the living room ticks and ticks, winding up the night. A moment ago Alma was, she is certain, doing something very important. Something life-and-death. But now she cannot remember what it was. The one window is ajar. The guest bed is neatly made, the coverlet smooth. On the nightstand sits a machine the size of a microwave oven, marked Property of Cape Town Memory Research Center. Three cables spiraling off it connect to something that looks vaguely like a bicycle helmet. ## Books with a similar feel - [Mothers and Sons by Colm Tóibín](https://uncovered.ink/read/mothers-and-sons-colm-toibin.md) - [So Late in the Day by Claire Keegan](https://uncovered.ink/read/so-late-in-the-day-claire-keegan.md) - [The Woman Who Gave Birth To Rabbits by Emma Donoghue](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-woman-who-gave-birth-to-rabbits-emma-donoghue.md) - [Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro](https://uncovered.ink/read/nocturnes-kazuo-ishiguro.md) - [Men Without Women by Ernest Hemingway](https://uncovered.ink/read/men-without-women-ernest-hemingway.md) - [Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde and Other Tales by Robert Louis Stevenson](https://uncovered.ink/read/strange-case-of-dr-jekyll-and-mr-hyde-and-other-tales-robert-louis-stevenson.md) --- Source: Uncovered (https://uncovered.ink). A short sample shown for reading and discovery. Rights holders can request removal at https://uncovered.ink/takedown.