I don“t know whether there’s any other book with Library of Congress
Cataloging-in-Publication data that lists the topics:
- Married
women—Fiction.
- Physicists—Fiction.
- Quantum theory—Fiction.
The
married woman is Rebecca Wright, a complex, introspective twenty-something who eventually
lands a job at the online dating site Lovability; her physicist husband Philip Steiner has
invented a time machine, um, excuse me, a causality violation device. I didn’t actually see
any quantum physics going on, but there are multiple timelines, complex relationships, poking
fun at both modern cybersocial life and modern academia, and philosophical discussions—all
from my friend Marga as a gift for my 60th birthday.
He can read her face, and can tell that she agrees the opinion that he himself is too
politic to speak aloud: that the papers being delivered today are not that good. They are
not very interesting. They are parsimoniously doled out fingernail parings of thought,
bloated into full length by badly written prose and extensive recapitulations of material
with which an audience of this kind would already be familiar. They are evidence that the
desire to bide one’s time in order to do good science has be sublimated to the constant
drive to publish; as the saying goes, the committees that hand out funds and grand tenure
cannot read, but they can count.