In John Buchan’s memoir, Pilgrim’s Way, he wrote of his friend Raymond Asquith: “He disliked emotion, not because he felt lightly, but because he felt deeply.” Though set far from Buchan’s Edwardian Britain, in the dusty, down and out town of Southport, Texas, that sentiment is the same distinctive scaffolding of Bret Anthony Johnson’s arresting new novel Remember Me Like This, and one that his readers won’t soon be able to forget.
Like all great novels, the characters rather than the plot keep the reader riveted, although the plot alone would be gripping enough. The Campbell family is torn asunder when their eleven-year-old son Justin is abducted. After years of searching, Justin is improbably rescued and returned to his family as a teenager, which is where the story really picks up. Whole again, each member of the family is shocked to learn they remain broken, individually and as a whole. The novel chronicles their struggle to rebuild their lives in front of the public, in front of each other, and in front of themselves.
For more, read Elizabeth’s full article on the Huffington Post.