Well, this is a weird one. This novel tells the story of our unnamed narrator who wants to be a writer, but he always loses his manuscripts. We follow his life from when he was a child of a single mother being parented by near strangers to his life of ups and downs after college.
This book plays with truth so much that I it is hard to tell what is real and what is fiction. Maybe that is the point? This is supposedly a biography of the narrator, but in the second part of the book it almost starts over. The timeline moves forward, but some of the details from events we learned about in the first half have changed. This fictional biography is very interesting and the cast of characters are fleshed out and realistic even though they morph throughout the novel. Is the second or first half true? Neither? Both?
I actually really enjoyed this, but it makes my head spin just thinking about it. It is worth a read just to experience the twists and turns… and maybe someone else can make heads or tails of it better than I can. I’m just guessing, but I think the point is that memory is fallible and the truth of our memories can be altered even without us actively trying to do so. Truth is also relative and hard to hold on to- just like time and apparently the manuscripts by our narrator.