In Any Lifetime: A Novel by Marc Guggenheim
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In Any Lifetime: A Novel

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Marc Guggenheim

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A devoted husband defies fate and risks everything to find the one universe where his beloved wife is still alive in this bold and thought-provoking novel.

Dr. Jonas Cullen has spent his career as a groundbreaking physicist defying the odds. But on the best night of his life―the night his wife, Amanda, tells him they’re finally having a baby―everything is taken away when a tragic car accident claims the lives of Amanda and their unborn child.

Gutted by pain, Jonas sets out to find a way to bring back Amanda―or rather, find a parallel universe in which she’s still alive. But that’s easier said than done. As Jonas comes to understand all too well, the universe favors certain outcomes…and Amanda’s death is one of them.

Guggenheim’s novel takes readers on a suspenseful journey, intercutting scenes of Jonas’s frantic, present-day search across multiple realities with glimpses from the past of his unfolding romance and eventual marriage. Will Jonas and Amanda reunite in some other world, or will fate succeed in taking her from him forever?

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ISBN-10

166251803X

ISBN-13

978-1662518034

Print length

347 pages

Language

English

Publisher

Lake Union Publishing

Publication date

July 31, 2024

Dimensions

5.5 x 1 x 8.5 inches

Item weight

12.8 ounces


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B0CHD2QDV1

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4181 KB

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Editorial reviews

“Marc Guggenheim is one of the great imaginative minds of our medium and a born storyteller, yarn weaver, and world creator of the highest order. Dive in!” ―Guillermo del Toro

“Heartfelt and beautifully written, In Any Lifetime elegantly leaps between science fiction and romance, begging you to ask the age-old question: How far will you go for the one you love?” ―Brad Meltzer, #1 bestselling author of The Lightning Road and The Escape Artist

“In Any Lifetime is a special book, the kind that seamlessly weaves genres together to tell a story that feels vibrant and fresh but also timeless. A multiverse thriller/romance that is packed with heart and stakes―I was hooked from page one.” ―Alex Segura, bestselling author of Secret Identity

“In Any Lifetime is a fantastic Crichton-esque techno-thriller take on parallel words, with a powerful emotional core. Grabbed me from the first chapter.” ―Charles Soule, bestselling author of Star Wars: Light of the Jedi and The Oracle Year

“Propulsive, thrilling, well-crafted, and deeply romantic, In Any Lifetime will bend your mind and keep you turning pages late into the night” ―Ayelet Waldman, creator of the Netflix series Unbelievable and author of Love and Other Pursuits


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In a universe of infinite possibilities, the only constant is love. —Henri Thibault, PhD

TWO YEARS AGO

In the quiet moments since his world was shattered, Jonas Cullen would reflect that fate had a sense of humor, which wasn’t exactly a quality he associated with a supernatural power—nor, for that matter, was an appreciation of irony. But both were applicable in ways that alternated between comedic and tragic. In the midnight hours, when sleep refused to come, he’d think back on that night, which started off as the best of his life—filled with milestones he had aspired to only in dreams—yet ended as the worst, the stuff of nightmares.

He had stood backstage at Aula Magna, the largest auditorium at Sweden’s Stockholm University, cracking his knuckles against his rising anxiety. His wife, Amanda, had never managed to cure him of the fixation, but he found the habit oddly calming, the bones of his hands giving way with a series of satisfying pops, like kernels of corn or plastic packaging bubbles, as he imagined his stress evaporating into the air.

The Aula Magna was built deep into the ground, which served to hide its massive size. Outside, visible beyond its glass facade, old oaks rose from the ground like giants, their limbs burdened with tufts of snow. The night sky was black silk festooned with diamonds.

The building had been designed by Ralph Erskine, a British architect who had lived in Sweden for most of his life. The Aula Magna wasn’t the first project that Erskine had undertaken for Stockholm University, but it was the last one completed before his death. Jonas felt that that piece of trivia lent the building an air of pathos. So appropriate, he thought, that a great man’s final achievement should serve as the site to mark the achievements of other men and women.

The speech that Jonas had labored over to acknowledge his own accomplishment pressed against him: four single-spaced pages, triple folded to fit inside the pocket of his tuxedo jacket. He told himself he didn’t need them. He could almost recite the entire thing from memory. His subject was a topic to which he had devoted the previous three years of his life. To expound on it, he reassured himself, was like describing walking or breathing or seeing. And yet his heart punched at the confines of his chest, and his hands felt clammy, and his stomach cursed the glass of champagne he had been convinced to drink at the party held in his honor less than three hours earlier.

For the umpteenth time, Jonas reminded himself that he was comfortable speaking in public. The life of a college professor required at least one lecture a day. But this was no ordinary lecture, and those in attendance weren’t his students. This was the most important speech he would ever give in his life.

Consequently, his tuxedo felt three sizes too small, as confining as a straitjacket. The starched collar grated against his throat. His tie felt like a noose. Even the patent leather shoes were punishing him for anxiously shifting his weight from one foot to the other and back again. Jonas found himself running out of ways to calm his nerves and wished for another glass of champagne—or two—despite the protestations of his gut.

He cracked his knuckles again, working one hand with the other, kneading it like dough.

“Stop that. You’ll give yourself arthritis.”

He turned to see Amanda approaching. She looked resplendent in her evening gown, the creation of some designer Jonas couldn’t name even upon pain of death. His wife had no interest in high fashion, but they had both been amused by the offer of free couture. The gown—which was truly a work of art—could be mistaken for the reason she appeared so radiant tonight, but Jonas knew better. There was something different about her that would have come across even if she’d been wearing a baggy sweat suit. She had a glow that was independent of her wardrobe. At thirty-four, Amanda Cullen could hardly be considered old, but this evening she seemed as though—while Jonas had been swilling champagne—she had sipped from the fountain of youth. Her eyes had a sparkle about them. She seemed brightened. Renewed.

“That’s a myth,” Jonas rebutted, not for the first time. “No science to it at all.”

Amanda beamed. They were both riding the night’s special high. “I’m going to be right out there. Front row, center. If you get nervous . . .”

“Oh, I’m already there,” Jonas said.

“If you get nervous,” she reiterated, “just focus on me. Talk to me. You’ve never had a problem doing that before.”

“No, I haven’t,” Jonas said. The love he felt for her was almost overwhelming. He felt himself bathing in it, soaking it in. He wanted to take her in his arms, to find words to capture the feelings that swelled his heart. He had just started to tell her how much he loved her when a bumptious official intruded.

The man, white and in his sixties, with a tuxedo of his own and salt-and-pepper hair in full retreat, spoke with a thick Swiss accent, his fingers tightly interlaced in front of him. “We’re just about ready to start, Dr. Cullen. How are you feeling?”

“Probably best not to ask,” Jonas deadpanned. He felt a wave of nausea well up inside him.

“He’s going to do great,” Amanda reassured him, her hand gently caressing his back.

Jonas remained unconvinced.

The official excused himself with servile politeness, and Jonas wondered how it was that his life had taken such a surreal turn. His only ambition had been to ask questions of the universe, to probe the contours of existence. Every child pondered why the sky was blue, or what created the universe, or how animals got their names. Jonas was simply one of the small subset of such children who ultimately made those questions their calling. And the questions were themselves the answer, the reason for his existence. They had nothing to do with awards or accolades or spectacle. Jonas didn’t ask these questions so he could lecture to an audience of almost two thousand people. He asked these questions and sought the answers because he had no choice. Receiving an award for it was like being honored for learning how to walk or tie his shoes.

He felt Amanda’s eyes on him, watching him the same way he occasionally caught himself watching her, trying to breathe her whole being into him, to consume her soul through his gaze, an expression of astonished bewilderment that asked how he could ever be so lucky to share his life with this other person.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, though he could not remember seeing her more content. Trying to identify what was different about her tonight was like trying to catch smoke.

“I feel like tonight is a very special night,” Amanda answered, pulling a small box from her purse. It was white and tied with a red ribbon. She handed it to him.

Jonas turned the box over in his fingers. “What’s this?”

Amanda leaned over and stared at the box in mock fascination. “Hmm. It appears to be a gift of some kind.”

Jonas chuckled. He hated the cliché that scientists lacked certain human graces, but he had to admit that some clichés rang true. He stripped the ribbon off the box and opened it. Inside was a thin stick. Two pieces of plastic glued together. One blue, one white. A faded cobalt cross peeked out from the tiny window cut into the blue side.

He felt his breath leave him as his mind raced to catch up. The plastic rod felt firm between his fingers. He wasn’t dreaming. This was real. He stared at his wife in gobsmacked disbelief. He struggled for words. His heart raced and swelled in his chest. He looked down again at the pale-blue intersection of lines and felt his whole world change. “I—I—” Words refused to come. “The doctors said,” he croaked, “that you—” He breathed hard. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream. He was overwhelmed with the desire to do all three with no regard for who might take notice.

“I know,” Amanda said. Her eyes gleamed, or maybe it was just the light hitting the thin film of tears welling in them.

Either way, Jonas had never known his wife to be so radiant or happy. “I—I didn’t even know this was possible,” he said, staring in disbelief and awe at the tiny pregnancy test. “How?”

“And here I thought you were a scientist,” Amanda teased with a puckish grin.

Jonas marveled at the little device in his hand. “Even a scientist can recognize a miracle.” She had gifted him a miracle.

“This wasn’t easy, you know.”

Jonas did. They had tried for years without success.

But Amanda shook her head slightly. That wasn’t the difficulty she was referring to. “You have no idea how hard it is to compete with a Nobel Prize.”

“I think you found a way,” he said, still cradling the little plastic stick in his fingers.

The official pulled Jonas aside. “They’re about to announce you, Dr. Cullen.” But Jonas’s eyes didn’t leave the tiny stick. It looked like a piece of a toy. How could he possibly turn away from such a wonder?

Behind the curtain, another Nobel official was addressing the crowd. Her voice was amplified by the Aula Magna’s natural acoustics. “Good evening,” she boomed. “Thank you all for coming. As you know, the Nobel Foundation statutes require laureates to deliver a lecture on a subject connected with the work for which their prize was awarded . . .” She reeled off Jonas’s academic qualifications and professional achievements, but Jonas wasn’t listening. He felt a surreal sensation, a reminder that he was living out a dream. “Tonight, it is my privilege to introduce this year’s recipient of the Nobel Prize in Physics for his mathematical theorem confirming the existence of parallel universes—otherwise known as the ‘Many Worlds Proof’—Dr. Jonas Cullen.”

The amphitheater thundered with applause. Jonas’s anxiety returned in a rush. Amanda must have noticed because she reassured him: “You’re going to be fantastic.”

“I love you too much,” he told her.

“I love you more,” she replied.

“Dr. Cullen,” the official continued, “will go into detail about the work that has garnered him this honor, and I’m eager for him to astonish you, as he has astonished the world. But the not-so-simple principle underlying his work is this: our universe is just one among countless others.”

“Ten bucks says she mentions Frost.” Amanda winked.

“The American poet Robert Frost—”

“Told you.” Amanda grinned.

“—famously wrote: ‘Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler . . .’ There are those who contend that this poem is an allusion to multiple realities, the universe diverging into multiple paths. Dr. Cullen has used quantum theory to prove the existence of such a ‘multiverse.’ And that is why he is this year’s recipient of the Nobel Prize in Physics.”

The ensuing applause trembled the building. Jonas squeezed the pregnancy test in his hand and considered it the true honor of the evening.

“I’m going to go take my seat,” Amanda said, leaving him with a kiss that he considered all too brief under the circumstances.

He forced himself to take a deep breath. And then another. The audience continued to applaud as they waited for him to take the stage. He pushed aside the curtain, strode out, and was momentarily blinded by the spotlight, which enveloped the audience beyond the first row in darkness. The Nobel official who had introduced him clasped his hand and gave him a peck on the cheek. When he took his place at the podium, he found a second copy of his speech dutifully waiting for him.

Jonas squinted against the brightness and peered out toward the front row, where Amanda was sitting in the center seat, as promised. Her smile was bright enough to compete with the spotlight. Pride radiated off her. Jonas felt the pregnancy test in his grip and experienced the little jolt that came from two people with a secret. They shared a knowing look. An instant of private rapture. The happiest moment of their lives.

Neither had any idea this would be her last night on earth.

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About the authors

Marc Guggenheim

Marc Guggenheim

A native of Long Island, New York, Guggenheim is an Emmy Award-winning writer and producer of television shows (ARROW, DC'S LEGENDS OF TOMORROW, TROLLHUNTERS, CARNIVAL ROW), movies (GREEN LANTERN, PERCY JACKSON - SEA OF MONSTERS), comic books (X-MEN GOLD, BLADE), video games (CALL OF DUTY 3, SINGULARITY), and novels (OVERWATCH).

Guggenheim currently lives in Los Angeles with his wife Tara, a fellow TV writer and WGA nominee, and the showrunner of REAPER and AGENT CARTER. They have two daughters and four pets.

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ZaphodBeeblebrox

ZaphodBeeblebrox

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a sci-fi love story

Reviewed in the United States on July 12, 2024

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Fast paced and well told, this is first a love story, filled with the expected and anticipated elements amongst a few well positioned surprises. As Science fiction, it takes acceptable license with imagination and a future, including the chapters that address one that’d terrifying. Fun read

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Rilie

Rilie

5

Did not want it to end!

Reviewed in the United States on July 20, 2024

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Wow wow wow. This is like a time travel romance, sci fi, thriller… all wrapped into one. I could not put this down, but also didn’t want it to ever end. This will definitely make my top reads of the year. This had me swooning, gave me heart palpitations, crying, ALL THE FEELS. It has a lot of not great reviews, but my oh my, it was absolutely incredible in my opinion. This might be one that “altered my brain chemistry”.

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A Sci Fi Fan's Delight!

Reviewed in the United States on July 24, 2024

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If you are a sci fi fan, this book is for you! I enjoyed an old TV Series called "The Sliders" in which the characters travelled to Earths in parallel universes in search of their "home" Earth. This entertaining book does the same, as a Nobel Prize Winner who studied the possibility of travelling among parallel universes, desperately sought a world where his beloved wife had not died in a car crash. Each universe he found fascinated me. There was one in which the Germans had won World War II. New York was known as New Berlin. In some worlds, the man himself was deceased. In other worlds, his wife was dead from other causes. In two worlds, he met the same woman who almost became a love interest. To complicate matters more, there was a jealous and dangerous former colleague who found a way to track the protagonist's location and who was intent on following him for the purpose of killing him and/or his wife. Guggenheim did a magnificent job of exploring nuances of the different worlds that were in some ways the same, but different in so many others. Differences in technology were very entertaining. Each reader can discover for himself if the two lovers were ever reunited.

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