This is not a book, it is a screen saver.
Sure, manipulating causality could be clever, but in the end every world visited is intentionally left so vague as to be useless towards my understanding of either events or characters. Our protagonist’s lives of memories, of (presumed) love and loss, are discarded to keep the focus on anachronistically 21st century love letters.
If these letters are the through-line, what is a line that connects no points? I don’t understand who these characters are their relationships outside of one another, their true worlds or experiences or memories. Each experience is just a disjointed dream.
Even the Truman biography has better love letters.
DNF, for the second time.
9th book of 2025.