A review by rosebudglow
Time Shelter by Georgi Gospodinov

5.0

A book about memory, about those who forget the past being doomed to repeat it, about those who forget themselves being doomed to...what? The easy answer
and I think maybe unfortunately the one the book ends on
is obviously that they are doomed to repeat themselves—the parts of their childhoods that they remember, at least, the parts long enough ago that they have already been repeated, are somehow stuck more deeply in their minds than the yesterdays or last weeks. But
...how is the past made? Will someone arrive like He the Messiah? Someone who will take mercy on the past's stiff, dis-member-ed parts, its pale face and its stopped heart, and say "Lazarus, come forth!" and it will gradually get its breath back, ablood will start to flow beneath the waxy skin, its members will start to move, its plugged ears will clear up, and its eyes will open. 
Or, while we're waitnig, various false prophets, tempters, and mad scientists will perform experiments upon its corpse and every time will end up with Frankenstein's monser. Can the past be resurrected or re-member-ed again? Should it be? 
And how much past can a person bear?
Because someone, truly someone, in a bureaucrat's cubicle or a clinic doctor's office somewhere, sometime, does seem to be writing it. And he can't stop. Not ever.