So, there’s this guy, see, and he time-travels, but he can’t help it. He can’t control it, and never knows where or when he’ll vanish, and where or when he’ll reappear, naked and hungry. He spends a great deal of time visiting his wife as a child, so that by the time he meets her for the first time (in his chronology) she’s known him for fourteen years (in hers). Even explaining that bit makes it more than apparent to me that writing a story this dishevelled takes a rare talent.
Niffenegger, bless her heart, has that talent.
Besides an engrossing story, Niffenegger delivers clever turns of speech and an uncanny system for letting you know when it is, who is how old, and what in blue blazes is going on.
I loved it, wholeheartedly.