Thank you to NetGalley for the ARC.
This is, for better or worse, an entirely modern book. We have a shady scientific company, speculative aspects in an otherwise normal society, a deteriorating relationship, a joke-y narrator, and too many damn anecdotes and allegories to tell the reader HERE'S WHAT THE BOOK REALLY MEANS because the plot itself isn't good enough to do the job.
There are elements of interest here, and I admire Kennedy's imagination. However, for a book about the tension of knowing your own death timeline (or would you rather live in ignorance?), there is a paucity of insight about our own mortality. The timeline is shaky, especially in the first half, where the backstory is cut up with little blips of the present. We already understand where the plot is headed, so the supposed mystery of the present isn't enough to buoy us as we explore the past.
The greatest sin, however, is represented by our narrator in his relationship to Julia. They are the type of couple that you feel obligated to invite to the party, but deeply, deeply hope never show up. The narrator obsesses over her, although I was never convinced of the appeal, nor his appeal to her.
They are, in short, boring. Thoroughly, unshakably, soul-numbingly boring people. And, no matter how zany the plot becomes, the boringness permeates every aspect of the novel. In short, the contrast only highlights how hard he is reaching for an intriguing plot and how the characters are cyphers for flat reflections.