This is an intricate novel, probably overcomplicated for the story it tells, with antecedents ranging from Barker to Borges to folklore from all over. Lots of flashy non-linearity that works well enough but doesn't add as much to the telling as it might. Seems as though it wants to say things about how our identity ends up tangled in the stories we tell about ourselves, but comes across as unnecessarily meta, with the novel itself being one of the stories the library in the novel keeps. I am happy to see a relatively recent novel written in such heightened poetic language as this, but I wish the actual story had worked better for me.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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