Along an expressway the bus is heading through an unspectacular, often drab suburbia which for long stretches lies obscured by billboards depicting smiling goddesses of commerce with Ekbergian bosoms.

Every fifteen or twenty minutes there was a rush to some part, to witness a fisticuff.

To whom did Ivanhoe tip his lance in gallantry today? To a Jewess named Rebecca, daughter of Isaac, the banker of his tribe. What could he want of the Jews except money for the ransom?

This complexity of experience can be seen fully present in the area of postmemory studies, which is concerned with understanding how it can be that a person might feel inhabited by memories that come from somewhere or someone else—notably, from the traumatized generation.