ABSTRACT
To tell or not to tell? That is the question I propose to explore in this essay. How much of the past should be remembered and recounted? How much forgotten and forgiven? How do we respect the summons of historypersonal or communal-to be recollected again and again, so that our debt to the past be honoured, without succumbing to resentment and revenge? And, finally, how does memory itself negotiate a passage between its opposing fidelities to imagination and reality?
