Ooo, a love story. A charming thief. A beautiful woman. A hulking villain. Romantic old New York.
Wait, what? Is this time travel? Is it immortality? If you read the Mark Helprin novel you know it’s supposed to be reincarnation… or something. Hide the speculative stuff! Don’t call it science fiction or fantasy! It’s “magic realism.” It’s literary.
It’s fucking fantasy, people.