the observer Sun 08 March 2009
Remember Me ... is the fourth in a series of novels that bears more than a passing resemblance to Bragg's own life. It opens with a chance meeting between Joe, who has left his native Wigton for Oxford, and Natasha. Forty years and 551 pages later they've married, had a child and both suffered mental breakdowns, the heady optimism of 1960s London giving way to crippling self-doubt as Joe struggles to find himself and Natasha, feeling increasingly isolated as a young mother, comes up against "relentless surging tides of darkness". Bragg writes with passion about difficult emotional truths but this doesn't forgive some awful clichés. He has been hailed as "one of the most important national novelists we have". Prolific might be more apt.