Replay is one of Mr Literary Kitty’s favourite books, one of those you lend to people hesitantly, knowing that if they hate it you’ll hate them, or at least you’ll question their taste and the worth of their friendship. (See when I introduced Mr LK to La Haine and he thought it was lame.)
Anyway, Mr LK likes books about time travel and this one is about a man called Jeff Winston who dies of a heart attack aged forty-three and wakes up to find that he’s back in college. Once he gets over the shock he vows to live his life differently this time and he does (when he died the first time Jeff was trapped in a bitter, broken marriage) but come age forty-three he finds himself clutching at his desk again as the pain of the heart attack grips him.
Jeff goes through a number of replays, having wildly different experiences, and I won’t detail them here because I don’t want to spoil one of the most moving, original page-turners I have ever read.
Time travel is essentially a sci-fi theme, and this book seems to have been placed in the dustiest of its corners with a dreary cover and no outward indication that it has mass appeal. But this is not primarily a book about magical, fantastical things. It is about a man and his life, and people and their lives, and about what changes when you change one thing, in a way you can’t when you only have one life.
We can make changes to our lives, of course, but we can’t erase things that have already happened, wipe the slate clean and go back to the start. Jeff Winston gets to, over and over again. The results are fascinating, sometimes sharply surprising, sometimes heartbreaking. This is a book I wish I had written, but I don’t know, even if the incredibly interesting premise had been handed to me, whether I could ever have executed a story as gripping as this.
At times, you are envious of Jeff when he’s backing horses he knows will win – at times, you feel his helplessness when he tries to change the course of history and makes a pig’s ear of it, or when, after a number of replays, he yearns to encounter something that is as new to him as it is to everyone else.
You envy him his chances to wipe the slate clean but pity him when everything he’s built and loved this time is swept away in the relentless loop he lives in. This book is perfect, Ken Grimwood has thought of everything. He’s taken a fantastical element and sewn it seamlessly into real life. It’s gripping, it’s fun, it’s sad, it’s exciting, it sweeps all of human life up in its scope. I’m pleased to say, not least because it means Mr LK still thinks I’m cool, that I recommend this book 100%. Now I defy you not to love it.