I’m not sure how to categorize The Folded Clock by Heidi Julavits since it essentially exists somewhere in the realm between memoir, diary and experimental non-fiction (if that’s a thing). This is one of those plot-less books that is enjoyable in the moment, but leaves you with nothing in the end. There is no real way to say what this book is about since Julavits weaves multiple narratives from her life together arbitrarily that have little to do with each other.
There was really only one thing that I took from this book and that was, a simple way to begin a journal entry is to use the word “today…” followed by the days events. That was the only commonality that ran through the entries that made up The Folded Clock, and it got horribly repetitive. In fact, if there was a way to accurately describe this book, the words “horribly repetitive” would be it. In retrospect, I wish I had recorded how often Julavits mentions that she shares a birthday with Adolf Hitler.
In short, The Folded Clock, if taken in bits and pieces, is enjoyable however if you go into this book expecting to get any insights on ANYTHING you’ll be gravely disappointed. If you are into hearing someone ramble on and on about events in their life that are, ultimately utterly pointless – this is the book for you. If that isn’t your thing, I suggest skipping this one altogether.