“A Novel of September 12” (per the dust jacket). Good to know, going in.
Paranoia. Distrust. Confusion. Gaps in time, in meaning, in understanding, and between people.
Maybe every couple lived in the gaps between conversations, unable to say the important things for fear they had already been said, or couldn’t be said; maybe every relationship started over every time two people came together.
Not really sure how I felt about it. Sometimes I was as confused as Remy. Other times I felt the answer was obvious.