I do not like to give 1 star reviews, especially pre-publication. But I have given it a lot of thought and I found pretty much nothing worthwhile about this book.
It has 3 main strikes against it. First and easiest, it's yet another annoying novel about polyamory. Before you start to protest I want to note that I am actually nonmonogamous, I am not saying it as a value judgment on the system. But most of the novels, memoirs, articles, documentaries, etc about it are bad. Many of them have the same strikes against them as this one: they're not actually about polyamory. The central event is opening up a marriage and both spouses insist they are super enlightened and can do this while they are actually miserable and do not want to.
Our female protagonist is perhaps the most annoying of the many annoying characters to attempt nonmonogamy in this genre. She reminds me of one of those people who writes letters to advice columns saying "My boyfriend is perfect and our relationship has no problems except this one thing" and the one thing is so horrible that you are positive the relationship is not actually good and neither is the boyfriend. Here, she would say that her marriage is perfect and her husband is wonderful except for how he does absolutely nothing to contribute to their household financially and is completely committed to staying that way, and how he doesn't help with the housework or parenting, and how he doesn't challenge her intellectually, and how he wants to open up their relationship. So much time she tells us how great he is and how much she loves him and it is very much some lady doth protest too much stuff.
The thing is, I would have been fine with this IF we were able to get some character growth and development. If our protagonist could go through some realizations to understand that actually she is very unhappy I would have been game. But she does not. She also thinks she is the only person who has ever truly loved, that she is not like everyone else who has affairs, etc etc. These are familiar feelings and I understand them, but we do not get to see her grow past this immaturity into something richer. It all falls very flat and she managed to annoy me even more as it went on.
The second major problem is that this is not a novel. Like yes technically I suppose it is but a novel is a story told through scenes and narration. This book has hardly any scenes, the one it does have have a handful of lines of dialogue at most. It also has very little narration of events. Instead we spend almost all of our time inside our protagonist's head while she thinks about love.
I hate writing scenes, but since I've had to work on it so much I am now laser fixed on when I see it happen elsewhere. And it is quite rare! I have never seen it in a novel before! Novels sometimes have too many scenes or the scenes don't have the right mix of dialogue to narration. But this was something else entirely.
There is no work to build up these characters. To help us understand them or relate to them. At the very end of the book, the protagonist's father is very ill and she's very upset about it but we as readers barely know this man and know little about their relationship and it's hard to get any emotional depth to it. And the central romance of the book is with a man who we know nothing about except that he likes to quote things (ughhh, I will admit the two of them are made for each other in this sense with all the quoting) and write long emails and apparently is also very handsome and good at sex. Why is she in love with him? What is so interesting about him? Why is she so convinced that this is a love for the ages, that her experience approaches the mystical, when all we know is that he sent her lots of long emails quoting Abelard. It becomes quite strange how this man is always there, always ready to do exactly what she wants, always patient when she doesn't want to do things, completely uninterested in anything or anyone else except her. Sometimes I say that a novel needed a better edit but this doesn't even feel like a novel.
And the third problem is that Calhoun absolutely will not stop quoting stuff. This is a novel, remember, you don't really need quotes or referrals or citations. Maybe you can throw in a good one as the epigraph at the beginning or maybe you can go wild and do an epigraph at the beginning of each part or chapter. But Calhoun uses them constantly. Our protagonist was thinking about X which makes her think of that quote by Petrarch and also this one interview Frances McDormand once gave. (Neither of these examples are made up, btw.) There are quotes from books, from song lyrics, from random celebrity interviews. My theory is that Calhoun, who normally writes nonfiction, had a bunch of quotes about love laying around and wanted to use them.
But this is not how novels work. Have our protagonist tell us how she feels! Do not just give us all these reference points! Quotes are not emotions! Saying it felt like that song lyric may work once or twice, but it should not happen once or twice a page. (This is also not an exaggeration.)
I was very annoyed by all these things and I fully admit that by 10% of the way into this book I had transitioned into hate reading. But I wanted to see where she was going to take this. What was the point of all this ridiculousness? What was the story she had to tell? (A story which, apparently, is at least partially autobiographical, which I guess is a choice you can make when your protagonist is the worst.) In the end, it was a very boring story. I didn't feel like I learned anything about love or saw a new kind of character. It wasn't a pleasant diversion. There is no there there.
Yeah, one star feels about right.