From the first sentence ("The impossible happens once to each of us"), I was completely drawn in, ready to be enchanted, and The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells delivered. I read it in one great gulp, and it's already on my "to reread" list; because the time period changes, a slower (or second) read could help keep all the details and different storylines straight.
The book begins with Greta in late October of 1985. Due to her twin brother Felix's death of AIDS and her longtime lover Nathan's leaving, she is suffering from depression, and is undergoing a course of electroconvulsive therapy. As a result of this, Greta wakes up in 1918 - in the same apartment in the same city, her aunt Ruth nearby, her brother Felix still alive.
Eventually, it becomes apparent that there are three different Gretas, cycling through each other's times and lives: 1918, 1941, and 1985. We follow only the original 1985 Greta, though the other Gretas leave traces of their activities behind, little things changed. In each time, the same characters appear: Felix, Ruth, and Nathan, as well as Felix's love interest Alan and Greta's love interest Leo.
Each of the Gretas is receiving her time period's equivalent to electroconvulsive therapy, so that the three Gretas rotate times on a schedule (a day in 1918, a week in 1941, etc.). However, when one Greta misses a treatment, the other two switch places (instead of cycling through all three) until she returns.
As the original 1985 Greta nears the end of her treatments, she must decide where she will be happiest, and where she is most needed - in the present, or in the past.
Greer's writing is beautiful but not showy, and the story could be described as spare without this writing style: when one pauses, there is so much to wonder about and untangle. Greer, however, seems less interested in the details of how a woman from 1985 would fit into a life in 1918 or 1941, and more concerned with the personal relationships in each era, and the different versions of Greta and everyone around her - of how people are shaped by their time.
Quotes
Who would ever guess? Behind the gates, the doors, ivy. Where only a child would look. As you know: That is how magic works. It takes the least likely of us, without foreshadowing, at the hour of its own choosing. It makes a thimblerig of time. And this is exactly how, one Thursday morning, I woke up in another world. (4)
...my mind unlatched, and then I found myself elsewhere. Don't bring me back, I remember thinking: Take me away. (17)
Who are we when we're not ourselves? (17)
My aunt sat very still and regarded me with the simplicity of someone who is deciding whether to take you either very seriously, or not seriously at all; there is no halfway anymore. (20)
How awful, to sense that everybody knows the thing that would change your life, and yet no one is friend enough to tell you! (39-40)
I was not borrowing these other Gretas; I was becoming them. (62)
What was most wonderful about my journeys, I now believe, was that I alone could appreciate the beauty of those worlds....I was that visitor who comes to a country and finds it charming and ridiculous all at once. (65)
...and yet of course we forget that when the dead come back to life, they come back with all the things we didn't miss....They aren't fixed; they're just back. (71)
"It's easy to say something is all in your head. It's like saying a sunset is all in your eyes." (81)
But no...I realized that being this close to peace, to the end of all that horror, was not like being close to the end of a novel; you could not weigh the final pages in your hand. They did not know....That very soon the war would end. (91)
A shift in weather, and we are a different person. The split of an atom, and we change....It takes so little to make us different people. (104)
How selfish love is, though we never think of it that way. We think of ourselves as heroes, saving a great work of art from destruction, running into the flames, cutting it from its frame, rolling it up and fleeing through the smoke. We think we are large hearted. As if we were saving it for anyone but ourselves, and all the time we don't care what burns down, as long as this is saved. The whole gallery can fall to ashes for all we care. That love must be rescued, beyond all reason, reveals the madness at the heart of it. (106-107)
...and what vicious Cassandra could shout there was another coming? Who would even dare? Perhaps they knew. There is always another coming... (110)
The heart will hear only one sound. (112)
Strange how briefly life is worth the pain. (114)
Our heart is so elastic that it can contract to a pinpoint...but expand almost infinitely... (115)
Women must be careful what we say to one another. We are almost all we have. (141)
I had fooled myself into thinking that, as a planet with water implies some kind of life, a world in which husbands stayed implied some kind of loyalty. But a minor miracle is needed for life... (145)
I suppose she was a woman who saw through absolutely everything, and bore the burden of it. How frustrating it must have been, to watch the rest of us blind to it all, or pretending to be blind, when it was all so obvious if one just looked directly at each person, and listened precisely to what they said, and watched what they did, and cared enough to imagine their lives. (147)
"We're so breakable, and we never guess it." (158)
...every moment is changeable. How strange, for the present to change the past! In just this way, I lived in these worlds knowing something like the future: a sense of how things could be. Isn't this the time traveler's curse? I did not see what was to come, but I saw the possibilities. (213)
Even lovers can't know; an angel in their mind flies back and rewrites the past to make it perfect....It had happened before, was happening in another time, and I alone knew that here it would happen again. (226)
When has a woman every been forgiven? Can you even imagine it? (241)
But how do you say good-bye to someone who does not know it is good-bye, will never know? (246)
I knew that not all lives are equal, that the time we live in affects the person we are, more than I had ever thought. Some have a harder chance. Some get no chance at all. With great sadness, I saw so many people born in the wrong time to be happy. (260)
What is a perfect world except for one that needs you? (282)