Thousand Lives

Adapted from a Review-A-Thon 25 Review

Style: Email!
Played : 7/18-26/25
Playtime: 12m over 6-9 days, bittersweet ending

Three years into my game review career, I sometimes think my body of work is actually a weird autobiography in IF review format. I have the vague sense that a motivated sleuth (or casually cruel AI spiderbot) could assemble a 100% complete picture of me by extracting offhand references in these reviews. Why do I continue to taunt the beast like that? I’m supposed to be a privacy paranoid, yet have sprinkled my life liberally into seemingly innocuous reviews. You have all the clues!

Anyway, here’s some more pieces for the life puzzle: I am a third generation Polish American who recently visited his ancestral homeland to reconnect to his roots. My extended family spent a week in Krakow (that my Dad’s misguided 23AndMe told us is where our genetic stock springs from) (I mean seriously Dad, I BEGGED YOU NOT TO) last year. This review is not about the joy (and weight!) that visit generated, well not fully. As part of our trip, we toured both Auschwitz and Nowa Huta - a Soviet-era Model Communist City. What was striking was the prevalence of FIRST HAND ACCOUNTS of all of it. This is not some abstract history, this is living memory that actual people actually lived through. People I COULD STILL TALK TO. Between the two sites, so close both geographically and historically, it is impossible to not feel the whirlwind forces of history and their uncaring abuse of people caught in their wake. It is probably some flavor of heritage-exceptionalism that wants me to say “Poland is a unique lens for the last two generations of social turmoil.” More likely, it’s just MY best lens.

And also this work’s lens! Starting in post-war, pre-Soviet Union times, the protagonist (and also you, the player) get to experience the torrent of history where your wants and dreams are so much loose detritus to the social pressures swirling around you. This could not be more centered on my interests and drives unless maybe it featured Cosmic Horrors. Though honestly, history itself embodies that terror just fine.

Its construction is uncommon for this space - a series of emails, each culminating in a single momentous choice that will inform the next phase of life. This is a form that evoked an uncommon, conflicted mindset in me. Usually when I talk about works “I wish I liked more” there is a vague sense of disappointment, of promise unfulfilled. This may be the first time I entertain that thought with a work I REALLY, REALLY LIKED ANYWAY.

Content-wise, I was captivated and invested. The broad passages of time that encapsulated all-too-frequent sea changes in lives at the mercy of historical changes. From Communist purges and generational labor struggles, to collapsing-order financial chaos and desperation, this work steadfastly centers personal experience of these events. Through specificity, it paints an extremely affecting portrait of history’s callous disregard for the people populating it. And of people finding their way anyway.

The form of it I think I unfairly wanted more from. As an email-driven story, that features presumably time-period-accurate postage stamps, the story was BEGGING to be epistolary, told in letters between principles. That approach seemed SO obvious and SO natural, I actually felt let down when that WASN’T the conceit! Only a little. The other area that felt shy of its full potential was the granularity of it. By encapsulating decades with each daily message, large swaths of life passed without choice. Where that lack of choice was driven by social and political forces, that felt quite natural and earned. There were however, large swaths of PERSONAL choices (most notably relationships with romantic partners) that lived on the same un-forking tracks. This I chafed at a bit. Yes, the overriding theme is clawing out dignity in a rigid world that is actively hostile to your desires. This was expertly conveyed. I just felt that it would be MORE keenly felt and observed if the protagonist exerted initiative, however trivial, more than once every few decades. Most especially in arenas that were less directly at the mercy of history.

Even without that though, the frequently on-rails life I led ended in a strongly bitter but faintly sweet ending. In many ways, my fate was defined by forces outside my control, including consequences of decisions both unanticipated and unforeseeable. The denouement I earned was one presented as lonely and empty, but nevertheless nodded to a newfound initiative denied through most of my ‘youth’. That initiative itself felt remarkable and maybe, given what history taught me to expect, sufficient compensation. What a subtle, melancholy and satisfying end state!

Earlier this 'Thon, I lauded the benefits of a short work’s glimpse into the author’s preoccupations. This is a work that takes less than two minutes a day for less than a week. The amount of drama it packs into those minutes is staggeringly out of scale to your investment. That punch is enhanced immeasurably by the enforced time passage between chapters - underlining the implacable march of forces outside your control.

You get it. This one goes to ‘11’