I haven't read a book that dramatises the dissolution of identity along with the dissolution of time (though Wittgenstein's Mistress by David Markson toys with something that comes close). There are novels which partially dissolve - or elongate - time (Ulysses, The Mezzanine by Nicholson Barker, various works by Virginia Woolf), and many more which describe the disintegration of identity to varying degrees (Rachel Cusk's trilogy, for instance), but not both together.
Without time there can be no identity, which depends upon a continuum of consciousness. I would like to read a timeless novel. The challenge is that the novel, unlike other art forms, such as a painting, for instance, requires time to exist, to be consumed. Still, I think it might be interesting if someone were to try to write a 'timeless' novel - which, I imagine, would simultaneously mean an 'identity-less' protagonist.
Maybe, the way fiction is going now, the dissolution will take place in auto-fiction.
Time, Identity and Fiction
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