i just flashed through a book called "the man who folded himself" in about 3 hours. it was fucking crazy.
I thought it was going to be a good old fashioned sci fi time travel novel. and it was, but then the protaganist started going back in time just to hang out with himself, eventualy he falls in love with himself , has orgies with multiple versions of himself, goes back and changes things so often that evenetually he finds a female version of himself, falls in love with HER. impregenates himself , and gives birth to... Himself.
there was really only one charactor in the whole book. First the auther makes you hurt your brain trying to unravel his nested paradoxes (he actually tries to explain how it all works out without the universe exploding) .then he lets you realize just how pschotic he must have been to write this novel. I really enjoyed it.
I just had to talk about it somewhere, I was about to burst.
I thought it was going to be a good old fashioned sci fi time travel novel. and it was, but then the protaganist started going back in time just to hang out with himself, eventualy he falls in love with himself , has orgies with multiple versions of himself, goes back and changes things so often that evenetually he finds a female version of himself, falls in love with HER. impregenates himself , and gives birth to... Himself.
there was really only one charactor in the whole book. First the auther makes you hurt your brain trying to unravel his nested paradoxes (he actually tries to explain how it all works out without the universe exploding) .then he lets you realize just how pschotic he must have been to write this novel. I really enjoyed it.
I just had to talk about it somewhere, I was about to burst.